A visit to Mexico On the last curve John was yelling, “I’ve lost the brakes, I’ve lost the brakes!” We cruised through the intersection without hitting anything and began to slow on the flat ground. We pulled up at a bus stop on the edge of the central bus station, our wheels turned into the kerb to keep us there, and sat there, panting. An odd sight for the waiting passengers, pale-faced against their swarthy…
Continue readingI am one of the legion of self-published authors in Tauranga, and I really appreciate the opportunity to talk to you about my journey I wrote “Zeb’s Search” after having a dream about a zebra who wanted to change his name. I have always written, but the only things that saw the light of day were the articles written for organisations I belonged to. I decided to see if I was a reader who wanted…
Continue readingWhy does Mum have to turn everything into an argument? I can’t find my new red shirt. It took a lot of persuading to get her to buy it for me and it’s exactly what I want to wear today. So, obviously, I ask Mum if she knows where it is and then what happens? “Your shirt has been washed, Michelle. It was put in your bedroom yesterday. Maybe the reason you can’t find it…
Continue readingCreated with love, and given with love, the patchwork pony adventured with the brave, soothed the unhappy, and comforted the scared. Now with anger thrown into the corner, he lies with his legs tangled and dreams….. He is a carousel pony joyfully ridden. He is a racehorse, rounding the last bend to cheers and excitement. He is a polo pony giving his rider the best game of his life. He is Jimmy’s pony, forgotten in…
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