From The Bottom Of My Pencil Case

August 22, 2020August 23, 2020 ~ myedinburghpress ~ 14 Comments

I left school thirty years ago. Thrown on life’s waves – that’s how I looked upon it. It was a fracture, something daunting, a major life change to be survived rather than to be relished. At least that’s how I think I felt, memory does play funny tricks on the truth. I loved school; I … Continue reading From The Bottom Of My Pencil Case

Innocence

January 12, 2019January 12, 2019 ~ myedinburghpress ~ 1 Comment

To pursue whatever you set your mind to with the joy of a six year-old child: that’s said to be how we should seek to live. This supposes that every six-year old child embraces all of life joyfully, which they probably don’t, as personality and nature come into play. Largely, though, small children do seem … Continue reading Innocence