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“With tears of joy, I recalled Fat Mary’s role in my childhood. She had been my consoler and counselor since the day I understood I was alone in the world and had no one who loved me or wanted me. I had decided back then that I would love me, fat me, just as I was. Her role was also to safeguard the meaningful and happy moments of my childhood and bring them to me when I needed to remember life’s goodness.”
Maria Nhambu, America's Daughter

Paul Spencer Sochaczewski
“With Wallace, Ali became one of the best-travelled young Malay men of the time.”
Paul Spencer Sochaczewski, "Look Here, Sir, What a Curious Bird": Searching for Ali, Alfred Russel Wallace's Faithful Companion

“An Italian migrant once told me that … and he said, ‘To be a migrant is both a curse and a blessing, because you will always hang between two countries.’ This is a very good country, I quite enjoy it, it’s fine, but I miss my country [Holland]. But I can’t go back anymore my country’s not my country anymore. Tinie Nieuwenhoven’s, Dutch”
Peter Brune, Suffering, Redemption and Triumph: The first wave of post-war Australian immigrants 1945-66

“One thing that I find very weird here in Australia is Latvians in Australia celebrate Latvian traditions by a calendar, not by the seasons as they do in Latvia. It’s a bit strange for me, everyone said a few weeks ago, ‘Merry Christmas,’ in Latvian, or maybe Winterfest, and here I was sweating like a pig saying, ‘Merry Winterfest!’ – Viktor Brenners, 2nd Generation DP”
Peter Brune, Suffering, Redemption and Triumph: The first wave of post-war Australian immigrants 1945-66

Lana M. Rochel
“Born in Ontario he was, 10 years later, her mom delivered a baby girl in ‘picturesque Ukraine.”
Lana M. Rochel, A Catch-22: True Story

Brenda Thornlow
“At some point you do say to yourself, “I’m trying to be the best version of me, what’s wrong? What am I missing as a person?” There’s no reasoning with him. He doesn’t have time for this crap…we have a facade to maintain. So shut up, put on your best Laura Ashley dress and let’s go.

Then something inside you breaks.

- A Letter To Hannah”
Brenda Thornlow

“مر الفاروق عمر بن الخطاب يوما على قوم يشعلون النار لتذهب عنهم برودة الجو فقال لهم يا أهل الضوء ولم يقل يا أهل النار كلمة بسيطة قد تغير الكثير قد تجعل حب الشخص قد يأسر قلبك ... وقد تجعله يبغضه للأبد”
محسن ماهر

Nidhie Sharma
“Sometimes the universe gives signs, it foreshadows.
It warns. Sometimes coming events cast their shadows before.Momentously happy ones too. But sometimes those signs are just our hearts wanting something so desperately that we project them. All things said, this whole reading-the-signs business can be tricky as hell.”
Nidhie Sharma, INVICTUS

Nidhie Sharma
“I’ve often wondered that if I could go back in time, would I make the same decisions? I think I would. After all, we all make bad decisions and some of them snowball into cataclysms far bigger than we could have imagined and beyond our control.
We still make them because they are meant to be made; they are meant to reveal who we are, to aid us in our journeys …”
Nidhie Sharma, INVICTUS

Nidhie Sharma
“Growing up, I had three amazing dogs with distinct
personalities. One of them was a randy mid-sized German spitz called Snoopy, father to countless puppies within a one- mile radius of our home in the cantonment. No lock could keep
Snoopy in, no wall was too high. In the summer months, he slept besides his knell in the garden. His nocturnal rendezvous became the talk of town when he snuck into a fellow officer’s garden to sow his wild oats with Debbie the Doberman, who was twice his size. Snoopy was as unapologetic as my mother
was embarrassed when the offi cer’s wife came home. She feared for Snoopy’s life, she told my mother diplomatically.”
Nidhie Sharma, INVICTUS

“On the 30th of April 1975, American helicopters flew out of Saigon in an ignominious retreat as the tanks of the People’s Liberation Army of Vietnam rumbled into the grounds of the American Embassy in Saigon.”
Michael G Kramer Omieaust, A Gracious Enemy & After the War Volume Two

“Colonel Nguyen Van Tan said, “Sauget et Sang, you shall start making amends by confessing your crimes in public here, in this courtroom when the reporters from news services around the world arrive!”
Michael G Kramer Omieaust, A Gracious Enemy & After the War Volume Two

Isa Millot
“After the troubled times we have had to face, today more than ever the world needs hope and benevolence. If society is not going well, humanity is not dead. It lives on in every heart, every smile, every moment of joy, every prayer... This intimate light of consciousness rises to the sky in an eternal clamor. Silent, filled with secret hopes...”
Isa Millot, A coffee with Archangels: Light coaching for a better life

Phillip B. Chute
“Alice put her hand over his mouth to quiet him, smiled, and said, “I want a house, Ray. A place for our kids to live and play.” As they left the chapel, they kissed. Alice was in love, Ray was in business. They were cursed.”
Phillip B. Chute, Rock and Roll Murders: An Entrepreneur Finds That Murder is No Business Solution

Phillip B. Chute
“On a smoggy spring day, the midday sun baked two California Highway Patrolmen in dark blue uniforms and a bearded dirt biker astride his Yamaha. They stood on a dirt road between the San Andreas barren earthquake faulted hills crisscrossed with biker’s trails. The sergeant stood next to the still body of Eduardo Sanchez, a thirteen-year-old boy clad in a t-shirt and oversized shorts, lying on his back with three bullet wounds and powder burns tattooed on his forehead. An astonished look captured his small immature cold face.”
Phillip B. Chute, Rock and Roll Murders: An Entrepreneur Finds That Murder is No Business Solution

Phillip B. Chute
“I’ll get her back, one way or another, he thought as he worked into the evening. Money talks. Everybody can be bought or sold, even Alice.”
Phillip B. Chute, Rock and Roll Murders: An Entrepreneur Finds That Murder is No Business Solution

Stewart Stafford
“Proscenium Panther by Stewart Stafford

The actor missed his line,
Whispers from the wings,
Deafening silence hanging,
Another cue came briskly.

A pregnant pause of years,
The frozen player’s lips moved,
Offstage, a mock post-mortem,
The thespian grinned impishly.

After the audience’s first line laugh,
He racked his brain for more jokes,
Flouting the text and all the cast,
O, limelight, of hot-headed hydras.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
Stewart Stafford

Stewart Stafford
“Dark Child by Stewart Stafford

Moondust down the fire curtain
Carried Syd to the darkest side,
Trespass became a prison term,
A non-compos mentis dark child.

From gambolling nymph with a lute,
To an imp falling over instruments,
A thousand-yard stare sucked in,
Vacant eyes drew like a black hole.

Riderless horse, a living déjà vu,
The spectral shell of our brother,
Ambled towards us at his nadir,
We wept for the shuffling stranger.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
Stewart Stafford

Judith Lea
“Judith:

I didn’t want an ordinary life; I wanted more. I wanted to live by the sea, somewhere beautiful and wild, so I chose Cornwall, or did Cornwall choose me? I had only been there once in my life, but I had felt an instant magical connection, the rugged coastline pulled at my heartstrings, and the sea soothed my restless soul. It was the start of a love affair that I could not or would not ignore; all I had to do now was make these dreams come true.”
Judith Lea

“Philip:

I have vivid memories from those early volleyball training nights. Memories of looking under the (volleyball) net at this vivacious, sparkling, smiley-faced, bright-eyed vision of female sensuality dressed in her vest top and short shorts. I could not take my eyes off her, and my memory says she smiled at me every time she caught me looking at her. Was I flirting? If I was, it was not knowingly”
Philip Elliott

Deborah Bettega
“Today, sadly, Italy is still a very male-dominated society, however I simply couldn’t understand why, back then like nowadays, women were confined to the role of stay at home mums or housewives in the society I was living in. I remember saying to my parents that one day I will be a successful working woman, earning my own money, and unfortunately I wasn’t the only one girl who had received the answer “well, then marry a rich man!”.”
Deborah Bettega, Screen's Queen

“My back curves over my soft belly. My shoulders are shaking. I’m broken and folded over and sobbing. My dignity dissolves into snot and dribble. I feel wretched. I'm so sick of being scared. I could howl at the moon in my misery. Looking up through my veil of tears, I see it behind a cloud shaped like a wolf's head with its muzzle raised.

Silently it howls above me.

Oh great — a cloud is mocking me. Life is actually taking the piss out of me while I’m having a breakdown. It’s not even doing it behind my back. It’s up there in the fucking sky. I must be a mess if even God is mocking me.”
Paul Donaldson, Swami Premananda & The Temple of Whom

“Show me your suspect and
I'll show you the evidence."
====Willis R. Morgan====”
Willis R. Morgan

“Das höchste Gebäude war der betonierte Turm des Lagerhauses.”
Dominik Barta, Vom Land

Brenda Thornlow
“I believed starting a new life here, with people who once knew me before it all came crumbling down would…it’s difficult to put into words. I guess I wanted roots. I wanted to be a part of something.

- A Letter to Hannah”
Brenda Thornlow

Diane N. Black
“The girls were afraid to tell the truth; the boy was afraid not to.”
Diane N. Black, Dead Dog Road

Diane N. Black
“I tried to pull him into my world, instead I was pulled into the darkness of his.”
Diane N. Black, Dead Dog Road

“Truths can be controversial.”
Heidi Chance

Stewart Stafford
“A Krakovian Conversion by Stewart Stafford

Stone columns on my grave;
Gravity no longer tethers me,
Procession for a fallen saviour,
Our charmed lives split apart.

A cuckoo among darkest eagles,
Faustian profiteer's bloody deal,
Became a phoenix dove in flight,
On the road home to my new form.

An unbroken cypher laid to rest,
A muttered debate behind prayers;
Faux Messiah, who saved himself?
Ransoms paid by a bankrupt sage?

© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
Stewart Stafford