Tag Archives: ageing

Who Do You Walk With

Posted on July 23, 2015 by

Some of us are loved until where we end and others begin becomes impossible to define. I am not that man. I walk, smiling at certain faces on the street, known to the point of small talk, but that love … Continue reading →

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Style Was Her Character

Posted on June 26, 2015 by

My grandmother, I remember, draped a fur around her shoulders long after they ceased to be fashionable, even when reclining on the sofa in her home. She delighted in making statements such as, “I have offered up my life to … Continue reading →

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The Secret of A Long Life By Sedgemoor Longridge

Posted on December 4, 2014 by

“Sedgy” as he was known to his friends, most of them having died of course, him being ninety one, was holding forth to his son on his invigorating approach to “Living.” “Well, the first fifteen or sixteen years, as you know, are … Continue reading →

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A Glorious Man In Passing But Impossible to Live With

Posted on November 10, 2014 by

I remember those heady days when we first entered college, dropped our bags and said goodbye to our parents, after conversations filled with awkward love and soon-forgotton advice. I remember meeting my new roommates, and sharing stories and then drinks and nodding a … Continue reading →

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Ghost Of A Love Affair

Posted on April 7, 2014 by

” Love me but do not own me: Celebrate but don’t possess me” I see her smiling as she said it;  the last words I heard spoken by her face to face. Off on an adventure, never to return, crushed by a lorry in some freak … Continue reading →

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An Invisible Presence at The Birth

Posted on November 4, 2013 by

In almost every case the birth of a child is a moment of Joy, occasionally Panic, Fear or Unease: normally the product of stable parents but sometimes not, the child might be blessed with love or any response from a range of emotions.  In almost … Continue reading →

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In Syria

Posted on May 5, 2013 by

Her face was like a river bed dried and cracked by unrelenting heat. Sitting there, beside the church on streets bleached white by sunlight, she made no statement, but still I felt I knew her. This other soul. This old … Continue reading →

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The Penalties of Skyping

Posted on December 20, 2012 by

My mind is always full of a quiet but fixed purpose. To maintain the body and face of an athlete. This is my inflexible goal. Life can get can get in the way of every objective: one has to accept that. But my failsafe rule, my … Continue reading →

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Face On A Boat

Posted on October 8, 2012 by

Kicked out of bed,  dad’s voice gruff but warm, he spoke in terms of needs,  his eyes of love .”Duty, chores and routine: all came first. Emotions were somehow  managed in between.”  Saying that he was a loving dad. In the manner … Continue reading →

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After Life

Posted on August 9, 2012 by

Was that her, it seemed so long ago? Another life lived in another age. A young girl dressed  in white, beside the man she’d known since her birth. The son of her dad’s best friend, who played with her in his … Continue reading →

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