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What happens when a husband is spirited away, to a place where time does not exist, while his wife spends her days, and her youth, searching for him? And when he’s rescued, he doesn’t know her.
• Rum Cake
Every Christmas I make rum cakes. Due to its high alcoholic content, this particular cake ended up feeding the birds - and that’s when the fun began!
Plymouth Harbour is haunted, haunted by a girl whose lover is lost at sea, whose wedding dress hangs in her bedroom, a grim reminder of what should have been, a girl who waits and waits and waits for a ship that never comes.
When I was seven years old, I was convinced my mama had worked a miracle. For a little girl living in a Catholic community, this was powerful indeed. It only took me 36 years to finally come full-circle with this story.
• Hi, Jack
Jack, Jack Spratt, Jack and Jill, Little Jack Horner, Jack Frost, Jack Be Nimble and even more Jacks inhabit this story about..., ahmmmm, Jack!
A love story… about a pair of socks. (Socks mate for life, you know.)
The story that won for me my first liar’s contest.
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