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
Old Friends
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
When Writing is What You Do
When writing is what you do, you are taken to the pinnacles of joy when it is flowing for you, and the depths of despair when your brain is so full of stuff there is no room for the tranquility that plying your craft can bring. I have used the written word to express myself since childhood. I have ... READ the POST
THE NEW ALONE
It's not about grief but the new 'Alone'. You ache for the one who was your dearest friend. Someone to talk to - sometimes a simple, single word. The human warmth just never far away, a touch if needed, the gentle, loving, strong and clever hands. A breathing next to you in bed. We wonder how our ... READ the POST
Table For One
How can this be? An adventuresome journey of fifty four years with my husband and best friend has come to its end. In my last post I alluded to the fact that Warren wasn't well. We'd planned a trip to the Finke Desert Rally which we had to cancel as he was in hospital. Sometimes we just presume we ... READ the POST
Grocke Farm – From 1889 to Now
As a young married woman, I came to live on this farm that has been my home for more moons than I can comprehend. Two generations of the Grocke family had lived here before me. The sense of history, the warm comfort of imagining the old days here, are always with me. My husband, Warren, grew up ... READ the POST