family – Rebecca E Brown

One of the greatest traditions my mother ever passed on to me is that of the ‘Sticky Bun Moment’, the

The first time I really met the Queen, she was in her bedroom. I must have been around 8, perhaps,

Before we go too far, a warning. In the words of Baz Luhrmann, ‘[nostalgia] is a way of fishing the

It’s around 1983, maybe 1984, and my goodness, my arms ache. I have been practicing my very first starring role

I’m huffing up the stairs, socks straggling and escaping from the jumble in my arms. Every two steps one piece

Today was a landmark day. Today, I finally returned to the lowest weight that I have recorded, the weight I

A few weeks ago on a whim I signed up for the Memory Walk at Chester-le-Street in aid of the

As most of my friends online know, my grandpa has been very ill for about a month. He’s currently being

I hate February. I’m actually beginning to really hate February. Last year and the year before Andrew lost two of

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the end of a year must be in want of a reflective blog

April is set to be a busy month for me and mine. I guess there’s a good deal of Spring

In honour of my grandma-in-law, who turned 80 yesterday. “Champagne and fireworks,” said Dot, not looking away from Deal or

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