Ok. So here I am, as promised, out on the open road once more. While travelling today I remembered how much I loved Walt Whitman's 'Song of the Open Road' back in the early seventies. At the time we were travelling Australia - for two years. So I thought I'd start this post with a few lines from ... READ the POST

With each draft of my memoir I knew I had to be brutal and condense it. The book was going to be much too long. Each time I discarded a vignette it was like losing a child, a part of me, part of my treasured life. However it recently occurred to me that I could put them up here. This first one is ... READ the POST

A few months ago I began this post but in one fell swoop it disappeared from my computer and I couldn't find it. Miraculously it has reappeared today albeit in a weird form, so have printed it off and will reattempt to type and publish it. I received this text from a caring friend and thought it ... READ the POST

JERRY - Jerry arrived in our town in 1985 - opened a cutting edge hair dressing salon in our main street. Of Indonesian birth he'd grown up in Amsterdam. He was tall and slim, long hair, decorated with strong masculine jewellery, and tatts that told the story of his life - like a memoir in ... READ the POST

Some friends are part of the fabric of your life, almost as present as a faithful dog, within easy reach no matter where. An invisible thread stretches fingertip to fingertip. RITA is one of these. We first met in the seventies. Rita loved the arts, wrote poetry and read incessantly. She and her ... READ the POST

Friends are those people you pick to be in your life, in the beginning simply because you like them, you're comfortable with them. Then you grow to love them. Having found myself alone now, I am appreciating anew my special people. What is there about them? Donna - Donna lost her husband Roly ... READ the POST