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Postcards from Nice: Blue.

Blue.  The first thing that struck me about Nice was its blue.  The blue of its sea.  Deep, rich, silky, alluring blue.  I never knew blue could be warm.  The blue sea in the Baie des Anges.  Swathes of aquamarine … Continue reading

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Goodbye, Chocolate Notes. Goodbye, Norwich. Goodbye, England.

I push open the door to Chocolate Notes and make a deliberate effort to take in the white floor with the swirly scores, the dark wooden tables and chairs, the shelving packed with CDs.  Fiamma and Jan give me a … Continue reading

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From a Word that Means “Bridge”

Brugge. That’s what I want to call it from now on.   It’s in Flanders, not Wallonia.   How typical of the Anglophones – the British in particular –  to use its French name by default.  We haven’t grown out … Continue reading

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Portrait of Mother and Child

It’s a crowded train and he sits on her lap, her arms around him.  Not tight but rather soft, rounded, her hands relaxed on his lap.  So he doesn’t feel trapped. So he doesn’t feel as though there’s any danger.  … Continue reading

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A Soundtrack to Growing Up

Not long ago – I forget where – I read an article in which several writers listed the most influential books of their childhood; books that changed their lives and inspired them to become writers. Inevitably, I thought back to my own … Continue reading

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When Writing Tips Become Platitudes

I am a scribbler.  I love writing but, I confess, I seldom read articles or blogs about writing.  Barring the usual exceptions, of course, I confess I find reading about writing tedious. I would far rather read a story than … Continue reading

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What Made Me Start Writing

“I think you’ll be a writer and a teacher, when you grow up,” said my grandmother, when I was about eleven.  To this day, I do not know what made her see that in me.  Still, when I got divorced, … Continue reading

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