My father was a fishing fanatic. Around the age of 11 or 12, I was, by default, his partner. I say "default", because all of my 8 siblings, of which, 6 were girls, became invisible and dodged the privilege of fishing with Dad on Saturday mornings. Dad needed a partner. I was no good at... Continue Reading →
Maggie’s Eyes. A Memoir
And here again, were the brilliant brown, opaque eyes this time saying “looking for a good home”.
Those Summer Days
None of us had a curveball,



