A funny thing happened to me recently on my way into the kitchen. When I say funny I mean that in the sense of its strangeness, not its humour. It was early one evening, I’d had a shower popped on a t-shirt and some sweat pants and came downstairs. Sometime previously I had leftContinue reading ” FRIENDS.”
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WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE?
Tuesday 12th October ’21. Today I killed a spider. Not a deliberate act, I hasten to add. It lived in one of the woodbins behind the house. I was filling the bin then let go of the lid just as I noticed the large black spider that’s been living in it for a while wasContinue reading ” WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE?”
Book Launch!!
Lilith House Press is thrilled to present Elaine’s irreverent memoir is here at last. Published posthumously, hers was a life lived with unique humor and remarkable passion. Join Mark and Crissi and Anna for live reading and Q&A from listeners. Starting at Noon Mountain Time this Saturday, October 2nd. London time is 7pm Saturday. FindContinue reading “Book Launch!!”
A Horse A Husband and Cancer: the book.
Our cover reveal! The memoir will be available very soon! This is not a book about horses; nor is it a book about husbands and it is certainly not a book solely about cancer. Though that condition is the core reason for this work it does not make this some sort of self-help book forContinue reading “A Horse A Husband and Cancer: the book.”
Seconds.
What’s the most important measure of time? Days, years, decades maybe; perhaps hours or minutes? I think its smaller still, I think its seconds. I could get anal here and go into hundredths or thousandths of a second, the world of grand prix drivers etc, but let’s stick with something familiar to us all andContinue reading “Seconds.”
FIRSTS and LASTS.
Christmas 2016. As I’ve mentioned before Elaine loved Christmas and the presents as much as anyone else. This Christmas however things were a little subdued as we were informed earlier in the year that the cancer was ‘out’ in her system and was now officially viewed as a terminal illness. There was no timescaleContinue reading “FIRSTS and LASTS.”
ONE GOOD DAY.
Can the memory of one good day keep you going, or maybe the thought of one more yet to come keep you alive? Elaine and I were together for thirty years, that’s approximately 10,957 individual days; most of which will remain unremembered. Though each day is different those that we regard as unremarkable tendContinue reading “ONE GOOD DAY.”
Offerings
At heart Elaine was a true romantic and she was particularly in love with the Pre-Raphaelite times and works of Victorian Britain. The idea of billowing, flowing romance; of rhymeless poetry penned in meagre garrets by ailing consumptives, and exquisite artworks created on canvas by renegade artists; thumbing their noses at convention and society, whileContinue reading “Offerings”
Silence.
Have you ever heard silence? No I mean it, think a little have you ever actually heard silence? Not just quiet, not the library hush, but total emphatic all encompassing, silence. The type of silence that seems to have an intelligence behind it; something thinking not just an absence of noise but something purposefully creating,Continue reading “Silence.”
SIGNS.
One of Elaine’s greatest triumphs was her Vintage at the Village Hall fairs. They started with the idea of inviting regular buyers to our home, but in typical Elaine fashion, the idea grew and grew. The fairs were a success right from the start and they soon out-grew our local village hall, so Elaine foundContinue reading “SIGNS.”
a horse, a husband, and cancer 