Tag Archives: growing up

A hole in the sky ~ Na’ama Yehuda #writephoto

Posted on March 15, 2020 by Sue Vincent

“There’s a hole in the sky,” the child’s voice rose then hushed in part-fear, part-wonder. “Indeed there is,” his father nodded. The boy flicked his eyes away from the luminescent heavens just long enough to discern that his father wasn’t … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Photography | Tagged being yourself, dusk, flash fiction, gentleness, growing up, humanity, parenting, photo prompt, Sensitivity, short story, Things Kids Say, writephoto | Leave a comment

Small change…

Posted on May 29, 2019 by Sue Vincent

I had been called to my younger son’s home on a matter of vital importance… almost a mission of mercy; I had to teach him the innermost secrets of baking my lemon meringue pie. It had been too long since … Continue reading →

Posted in children | Tagged change, DIY, equality, family, Garden, grandchildren, growing up | 94 Comments

Cold comfort

Posted on February 25, 2018 by Sue Vincent

The bedroom was seriously cold… I had left the window open all day and all night and the temperature has struggled to get above freezing lately. I smiled… because that is exactly how I like it. I don’t care for … Continue reading →

Posted in The Silent Eye | Tagged adulthood, central heating, childhood, childhood influences, growing up, know thyself, psychology, relative poverty | 12 Comments

Three Paths to Light – Stuart France

Posted on January 2, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from The Silent Eye: In the early days of The Silent Eye, I thought it would be a good idea if Steve, Stuart and I, as the three directors of the school, shared a little about how we had … Continue reading →

Posted in Spirituality, Stuart France, The Silent Eye | Tagged AMORC, growing up, OBOD, rosicrucian, SOL, spiritual journey, turning point | 9 Comments

Three Paths to Light – Steve Tanham

Posted on January 1, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Posted in Spirituality, Steve Tanham, The Silent Eye | Tagged AMORC, growing up, rosicrucian, SOL, spiritual journey, turning point | 4 Comments

The Tale of a Quest Down a Hallway – Gregg Savage #writephoto

Posted on December 11, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Zane who woke up feeling very ill. He hadn’t really eaten anything unusual the night before, nor did he have any signs of a cold. He just knew something wasn’t quite … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Photography | Tagged ageing, childhood, Gratitude, growing up, living in the moment | 2 Comments

Grumpy Ana and the Grouchy Monsters by D. Wallace Peach

Posted on September 24, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Myths of the Mirror: My first children’s book is out in print. During my writing break over the summer, I tried my hand at illustration. It was hard and I learned a lot. I have a whole new respect for … Continue reading →

Posted in Books | Tagged children's story, D. Wallace peach, fantasy, feelings, growing up, Grumpy Ana and the Grouchy Monsters, illustrations, kindergarten age, monster, picture book, positive attitude. | 23 Comments

Guest author Ritu Bhathal – My Winding Journey To Get Back To School

Posted on February 11, 2017 by Sue Vincent

* There was a young girl called Ritu Who knew just what she should do She wanted to teach Her goal she did reach After making a stop or two! * At 7, my mind was made up. I wanted … Continue reading →

Posted in Guest post, Life | Tagged back to teaching, family, first job, growing up, memoirs, memories, working life | 85 Comments

Tidying up is neat by Bun Karyudo

Posted on October 9, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Bun Karyudo: Yes,” my father would say to my eight-year-old brother and me as he looked around the bedroom we shared, “A place for everything and everything in its place.” Then he would shake his head, burst into … Continue reading →

Posted in Humour | Tagged growing up, housework, neatness, teenagers, tidying | 4 Comments

The dishwashing debate

Posted on March 13, 2016 by Sue Vincent

I loaded up his dishwasher… it isn’t mine, you see, But every Friday morning piles of dishes wait for me. The night before sees lads at play, and men who like to dine The dishes are all theirs, of course, … Continue reading →