By Wendy Taylor When I was seven, I decided I would call my daughter Christina. My daughter was not going to have a boring name like mine. I could never understand why my parents called me Julie. Why, when there were so many millions of wonderful names in the world did, they choose Julie? Plus, … Continue reading Christina
Secrets
By Wendy Taylor Once Alannah turned twenty, she only ever interacted with her father on Christmas Day. Today she had the misfortune to deal with him twice. Her mother did not miss out though. Alannah made the two-hour trip north regularly to her childhood home for afternoon tea in the front room, perched on the … Continue reading Secrets
Esme
By Wendy Taylor It sat on a shelf in Dad’s wardrobe and each time I went in to grab a jacket to put on him when we went out for a walk, I saw it there. A bible. I had never really given it a second thought assuming it to be a family bible which … Continue reading Esme
Nice Day For It
By Wendy Taylor Nice day For It ‘It was a nice day for it,’Anna said. Rob waited for her to continue. ‘I rode Roly over the back of the farm and down to the river today,’ said Anna. ‘That would have been fun,’ Rob replied. He shifted his position in the wipe clean chair and … Continue reading Nice Day For It
