A baker, a king and a slice of family history
My paternal grandfather, Aaron Miller was a master baker and by 1920 he owned his own shop in London. People would travel across the city to buy the bread, cakes…
Dear Carol
10th September 2019 Just before dawn you floated into my dreams.The images were so vivid that when I opened my eyes it took a little while to adjust to the…
Author uncovers the truth behind her grandmother’s death
The impact of a hidden family tragedy ripples across three generations in Where are the Grown Ups? the new narrative memoir by Ruth Badley, available on Amazon and selected independent…
A Song In My Heart But Not On The Page
How come I know ALL the words? It’s a question I often ask myself when it comes to lyrics. I could entertain a crowd all night, if only I could sing, because my brain is a sponge when it comes to retaining and recalling the words to popular songs.
Songs that take me right back to that special place, songs that remind me of other times, songs that drive me to distraction and songs I didn’t even know I knew – somehow the lyrics have all been stored away in my head for future use – without any conscious effort on my part. (more…)