My Stories
Uncle Shelby
The story that won for me my first liar’s contest.
A
love story… about a pair of socks. (Socks mate for life, you know.)
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Jack, Jack Spratt, Jack and Jill, Little Jack Horner, Jack Frost, Jack Be Nimble
and even more Jacks inhabit this story about…, ahmmmm, Jack!
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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.
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Hag of Plymouth
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.
Nancy’s in love with Jack, a sailor, and, when he’s at sea, she stands on a
jutting rock and watches the horizon for his ship’s return. Finally,
they’re to be married and he’ll go to sea no more. The entire village
prepares to celebrate the wedding, none more excited than Nancy. But watch
and wait though she might, he does not return. The more time that passes,
the more often she’s planted on that look-out rock that towers over the harbour,
becoming a fixture for ships and sailors coming in and going out. Until
one day, a ship from a far off land… well, you’ll just need to hear the rest of
the story.
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!
Donal and Kate
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.