Sorrowful Words Here in the states it seems as soon as we have slogged through the rank bogs of an election year, feeling battered and bruis...

The Letter Lighter than breath, its paper as brittle as the skin of an onion, the letter had been written in pencil, not the wisest choice...

The Home and Garden Tour The House of Edward sits within a neighbourhood of old houses. The oldest was built around 1900 and whilst that ma...

Memory As Medicine It was getting rather late and a fine mist was falling as I zipped along down a famous Southern street on my way home fro...

The Last Days of White Linen The boat gives a soft shudder as it runs onto the sand. Nudged awake from my reveries I am startled to see it...

What A President Reads Here in the states it has become a tradition of sorts to publish the list of books our President is planning to r...

Edward, Under Pegasus Midnight came on the heels of an eerie day when the earth shuddered and quaked, cracking nature’s molds like the thund...

To Be A Girl Dessert had been served and the talk around the lunch table had turned to children. I listened in rapt attention as mothers of ...

What To Wear In Books I recently returned from the Amazon jungle. Now before your jaw drops, let me hasten to add that my trip was a ...