Tag Archives: sons

Innocence #midnighthaiku

Posted on September 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

The lodger appears Mother makes introductions Sons squeal in terror  

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The walking dead…

Posted on September 1, 2020 by Sue Vincent

We had been engaged in one of those long existential debates, discussing life, death and the possibilities of what might come before and after. The debate had gone on for some time, discussion had gone deep and we had covered … Continue reading →

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Mixed messages…

Posted on April 24, 2020 by Sue Vincent

“… so older people are more at risk?” I could see the wheels turning. “How old are you now?” I told him. His eyes widened. “When did that happen?” I mentioned birthdays and their usual function of adding a year … Continue reading →

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And so it begins…

Posted on January 27, 2020 by Sue Vincent

His face was a picture; one that blended paternal pride and prescient panic with that fearful uncertainty common to fathers of daughters everywhere. “She’s going on a date…” “I’m just going out to dinner,” said the blonde bombshell, rolling cornflower-blue … Continue reading →

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Why you should own a feather duster…

Posted on November 30, 2019 by Sue Vincent

As time has run away with me this week… one from the archives: To some the humble feather duster may conjure nostalgic visions of French maids and uniforms, to others they are a rather retro adjunct to the broom cupboard. … Continue reading →

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A restful weekend…

Posted on August 26, 2019 by Sue Vincent

“Don’t give me your excuses…. you’re a superhobbit and superhobbits don’t seize up!” My son had phoned me to discuss his garden, even though I had just spent yet another nine hours in it, moving tons of earth and stone… … Continue reading →

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Building a castle of dreams…

Posted on April 19, 2019 by Sue Vincent

My younger son called to tell me he was off work, if I wanted to bob round. He has taken a few days off to look after the girls and their Mum, who is recovering from surgery. “You can come … Continue reading →

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Guest author: Marilyn Armstrong – Worms in the fridge

Posted on July 16, 2018 by Sue Vincent

My house was neat enough if you didn’t look too closely. You could walk into it without falling over a pile of dirty clothing (that was all in the basement — another story entirely) and the dogs and cats were  … Continue reading →

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Elusive realities: Robbie Cheadle – The boy with nine lives

Posted on May 31, 2018 by Sue Vincent

On 30 January 2006, my son, Michael, was born. He was a very healthy baby, with a tiny wizen face, just like a little old man. His APGAR score was 10 out of 10 and he didn’t need to go … Continue reading →

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Town and country sunrise…

Posted on November 9, 2017 by Sue Vincent

“I can’t remember ever actually watching a dawn,” said my son in a plaintive little voice.  He had been looking at some of my dawn photos, taken that morning from my doorstep. He has seen plenty of dawns… but most … Continue reading →

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