Sinister, yet spotty
Tony In the minor English public school I attended during the Eighties, “dabbling with the occult” was far from uncommon. From time to time the news would break, in excitedly scandalised…
Here is the News…
In the early hours of Monday, March 23rd, in the predominantly Jewish Golders Green area of North London, four ambulances belonging to Hatzolah – a charity emergency service run on…
Visibility
One of the many joys of married life is that my darling husband knows exactly how to push my buttons, and occasionally does it on purpose so he can enjoy…
Men talking
A little over two years ago, my father died. It wasn’t unexpected by any means; his health had been going steadily downhill for some years, but he’d never taken his…
Still here…
… and I had a feeling I might be, actually. As Winterfylleþ begins the winter, so Eosturdæg begins the summer, which effectively means that I’m now halfway round the year…
No – GAY’s the word.
Some years ago now, at a fairly large gathering at which my husband was DJ-ing (for “mates’ rates”, I should add, or as you and I would put it, “unpaid”)…
Bloody January again…
Oh, look – December 26th arrives, and blammo! – the inevitable television advertisements pop up, attempting to sucker people into buying into the “New Year, New Me” school of thought…
My Nameless Path
A couple of posts back I gave you an inadequate thumbnail sketch by way of introduction to my work in heathen tradition. Now I’m going to give you another, similarly…
”I’m talking, yes indeed!”
OK, I warned in my first post that there would be Adult Themes to be found here, so here we go. Yes, it’s confronting. Yes, it’s meant to be. Today,…
”I’m the Storyteller, and my stories must be told…”
As explained in my “about me” blurb, I’ve written a couple of books, and here they are. “The Day the Strangers Came” is a short novel in which a young…