She Called me Paisa: Piece 3

She called me Paisa, respecting my PNG heritage before I fully did. She was a proud Pom and had perfect Alexander technique poise. We wrote in purple pens, a purple language, long before I knew of purple prose. Everything was ‘purple’ in our best friend world.  She introduced me to Prince.  Years later I would askContinue reading “She Called me Paisa: Piece 3”

Mother Made it So: Piece 1

  I was a well groomed young lady because my mother always made it so. She stressed ironed clothes, well brushed hair, and the best selection of hand-me-downs and St Vincent Wear, with the occasional new bargain thrown in. Early photo albums always show her well dressed, but not conventionally so. Sometimes she’s in saris,Continue reading “Mother Made it So: Piece 1”

By the Beach

I look forward to one day reading my children’s writings of their beach memories. Perhaps our many family photographs will jog their memory, or maybe they will construct their own special memories from within. My children like to do sand paintings, that disappear, with my daughter’s latest being of cat mermaids. My blog is shortContinue reading “By the Beach”