Bats, Boomerangs, and Badedas
At one point during my childhood my father wanted to popularize the boomerang. We were living in a rectory in the depths of rural Ireland, so I was somewhat surprised at this new project. He...
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A Rectory Menagerie
My childhood home, a rambling rectory, not only housed my family but a marvellous menagerie of creatures. Among our more exotic pets were a pair of chameleons and some tree frogs. The chameleons darted...
Posh Coffee
I love having a cappuccino in a swanky hotel while sitting on a fabulous sofa. It is a small luxury and, though I have quite a number of middle-aged hippy tendencies, the palpable sense...
Frog flees literary gathering – Honey Morenzo blogspot
My name is Honey Morenzo and I’ve been asked to occasionally contribute to this website. I’m not getting paid for my contributions but I hope that it will give me some practice in writing...
My Welsh Dad and some thoughts on writing
WITH a surname like Wynne-Jones my family’s Welsh roots are obvious. My dad spent his early years in Lampeter and later on in Llanishen and it’s important to me that I know that because...
