Her hazel eyes went green like the ocean, and flashed a warning. Keep your composure, she instructed and stood guard next to me.

Suffocated by small town life, weary of the frozen tundra of Ithaca, New York winters, I took trips down to Manhattan as often as I...

Claribel Nash neé Wiese had been a school-teacher, too. For a time in a one-room schoolhouse near Cumberland, Indiana

Some of my Mom’s belongings migrated to the new place and as years passed, I discovered what she left behind.

Summers in Schuylkill County, PA were halcyon days in regards to food.

On a map it resembles the arms and hat of Merlin. It is a place where three rivers pour their hearts into the Irish sea

I asked my mom why Butch despised me--was it just because I was gay? No, Mom said, there’s more to it than that

Girls! Feminine giggles and shadowy shapes in the October dusk. There I was in the quadrangle between the library building and the chapel

It was 1963. A blizzard blew across the grass outside the married quarters where we lived in RAF St Athan.

Aunt Jean would read popular psychology books on the #50 trolley as it bounced down Fourth Street in fits and starts toward Passyunk Avenue.

We’d hollow out rock hard swedes with sharp knives. When we lit the stump of a candle inside them, the smell of singed swede was beguiling.

In 1975, my family emigrated from England to Australia. I escaped from a cold, dank, inner-city London to the bright sunshine of Perth.

Mum’s strategy for keeping her domestic world in order involved a strict but predictable regime of household tasks that could not be altered

The overcast sky and the wishy-washy-not-really-raining July weather is still considering its next step.