True art.

This morning I had a sudden clear memory of a man I knew when I was a kid. Don’t panic; it’s a good memory! He was the father of friends of mine. I’d been talking with (or possibly talking to) my husband about poetry and art. (I know. It sounds a tad...

Checks and balances

I recently┬áread a young adult’s book, Making Bombs for Hitler. (It was in a selection of books that Good Reading Magazine asked me to review.) It was about a nine year old girl who was taken from the Ukraine by the Nazis and sent to a labour camp. No, she...

New year?

It’s 2016. How did that happen? Where did the year go? I wasn’t finished with it yet; there were still so many things I was going to get done “before Christmas”. Then it was “before the new year”. Now it’ll have to be...