Category Archives: memories

Letters

I miss letters. I miss writing long, chatty letters to people. When I was a kid, my two best friends left me behind as they were sent off to boarding school. (I had wealthy friends). They were at different schools … Continue reading

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The sound of scissors

Which is nothing like the sound of silence. When I was a wee one, many centuries ago, I would sit on my mother’s lap when she was sewing, and when she was cutting fabric, and pretty much any time she … Continue reading

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