Category: Marlie Stories

  In Praise of Grandparents   My grandfather died when I was five, many decades ago. I still remember him as though it were yesterday.

  On the brink of new beginnings Chocolates and roses! That’s what the month used to mean. For a while, she had treasured the familiarity

Bullying has many faces Childhood memories should be happy ones, recalling a time of kindness and nurturing by people who care. Yet all childhood memories

The treasured gifts At a time long ago, in a land far away, there ruled a gentle king. His subjects worked hard yet were content,

Christmas in Hungary   I was four that year. Mikulás had already come on December 6th, filling my little shoe on the window sill with

Do you believe in magic? She knew about magic: deep magic tucked away behind that secret door, to be opened only at her command. In

My Favourite Place It emerges in the distance like a mirage, far off on a hill in the heart of Italy, in the magical region

Neighbours Deirdre Jones had enough. This was the third set of neighbours moving in beside her home, in the duplex. The third set in as

Life Long Companions   It had been a long four months. Staying mostly indoors, Gaby needed a new distraction. Internet research projects were interesting, but