Let's think about how we start our days. Morning rituals are fascinating. They're often so automatic we barely think about them. Yet, they set the tone for everything that follows. …
Todays memoir prompt takes us into dangerous territory...biscuit preferences. Remember when someone in your office caused absolute chaos by suggesting that Jaffa Cakes were actually cakes, or that colleague who …
I was eleven. I wore a blazer that was too big. "Room to grow into it," Mum said. I stood at the gates of my new secondary school. Everything felt …
Think back to your daily commute from a decade ago. It might have been a trip filled with monotony or moments of quiet reflection. Close your eyes and picture it …
We are often our own worst critics and it is so easy to focus on what we think we lack or where we feel we fall short. Today we flip …
Sunday meant one thing in our house - the roast dinner ritual. By 10am, the potatoes would be peeling. The Yorkshire pudding batter would be resting. Mum would be consulting …
Pets are often our first experience of unconditional love. Was your first pet a dog, cat, hamster, goldfish maybe. Reflect on your relationship with your first pet or one that …
The sound of an ice cream van is more than just a jingle it is a shortcut to summer fun. A few notes of that cheerful tune and suddenly you …
My first car was an olive green lump of personality.Beige interior. Sticky patch on the back seat that refused to leave. Mysterious, permanent and slightly worrying.The radio worked only if …
My focus today was all about memories related to school and in particular school teachers that made a difference in my life. Mr. Roberts, Year 5. He wore corduroy jackets …
February is well underway. If one of the resolutions you made for the new year was to write more, journal regularly, or finally start that memoir, this is your gentle …
The great storm of '87 is etched in my memory. I woke to the sound of our garden fence performing somersaults down the street. The huge oak tree had stood …