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Saturday, December 27, 2008

Me, Mythica and a Study In Red!

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For me, Jack the Ripper has no great appeal as the subject of a novel but I was intrigued enough to buy Brian L Porter's book, A Study i...
Sunday, December 21, 2008

Christmas 1939-45

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The Christmas of my childhood was so very different to what UK children experience today. I had just turned seven when the war began in 1939...
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

A ray of sunshine.

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When days become short and dull and nights long, dark and cold, an unexpected ray of sunshine lifts the spirit and turns dark thoughts into ...
Thursday, October 9, 2008

Love stronger than dementia

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Caring for a loved one I had always admired those who gave up so much to care for a loved one at home, especially with little or no support....
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Saturday, September 27, 2008

Sad but true

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We were sitting in the café drinking coffee. "Look, there's your old friend John," said my companion, looking out of the windo...
Monday, September 22, 2008

When Angels Lie... a critical episode

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When Angles Lie by Richard L Gray (aka Gladys Hobson) Magpies Nest Publishing. Second edition: When Angels Lie by Gladys Hobson pub. AG Pres...
Sunday, August 31, 2008

The Joy of Acceptance

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It is a wonderful thing when a publishing editor likes your writing and is prepared to take a chance by adding it to their titles. Stonehedg...
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Gladys Hobson
Everything about my early life can be found in my illustrated book of childhood memories: When Phones Were Immobile and Lived in RED BOXES. Read the first two chapters at: www.magpiesnestpublishing.co.uk I also have my novels and anthologies on that site. I trained as a dress designer. Later turned to teaching. Took early retirement to train for church ministry. For the last eight years a full time writer. Personal experiences and settings tend to pop up in my stories! All my academic qualifications have been achieved in my middle and later years — as happened with most working-class achievers of my generation. I try to keep a sense of humour in all aspects of life. I can laugh at myself and at oldie jokes. But I wish the media would put less emphasis on faculties lost in old age (cause for laughter) and more on the wisdom gained. We old biddies do know a thing or two!
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