Can We Always Trust the Latest Drugs Doctors Offer Us? (Part 1)

The Strawberry Post

It’s December 2003, not long before Christmas, and I am sitting in a temporary office made out of a cutained off area of a hospital ward that previously housed a bed. Set up as a makeshift diabetic clinic while the hospital I used to visit for my regular check ups was undergoing a major renovation, the doctor in front of me listens as I tell him my sorry tale.

I haven’t visited the clinic for some time, at least a year, despite my very erratic blood sugars that have been wildly swinging from very high to very low. For a type 1 diabetic it’s not very good and I’m told I’m lucky I haven’t had any complications from it. The doctor, a consultant, tells me it’s time for a radical change and that he’s got a perfect solution for me and my diabetic problem. “A new insulin!” he enthuses, a…

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What Day Is It Anyway?


I think it is Sunday. The day and date faded in and out all day leaving me wondering.

We did watch CBS Sunday Morning. I remember having tears and laughter as the show progressed between the deaths of the famous and Jim Carrey’s humor. The most impressive moments of the show were these:


But as with most shows these days, a lot centered around COVID19 and our new normal.

I knitted my day away. We actually finishing Independence Day Resurgence. I didn’t find it so awful as I had the first time I watched it. And my husband and I found interesting faces and storylines that seemed not to tie in as they should. Come to find out there is a book (Independence Day: Crucible) that should be between the two movies. So I ordered it. I will try to read it when finished with this Outlander (at chapter…

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From the movie, Anaesthesia:

“What made you start?”

“An accident.”

“With the iron?”


“Was it an accident?”

“I guess not.”

“Go on.”

“I—it…it concentrated me…to the exclusion of everything else.”

“And that was good?”

“It was like a drug.”

“What’s ‘everything else?'”

“The world has just become…so inhuman. Everyone’s plugged in. Blindinglyinarticulate. Obsessed with money. Their careers. Stupidly, arrogantly content. I can’t talk to them. I fight them. I wanna destroy them even. I crave interaction. I crave it. But you just can’t anymore. They pull their devices out for everything, to reinforce their petty convenient notions. To decide where they are going to shop, what they’re gonna eat, what movies they are going to watch, everything they ingest.”

“Why does that upset you?”

“Because what is left? MY GOD!

“But that doesn’t have to be you.”

“Okay. It’s like this

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Introduction for my VIRTUAL trip to beautiful WALES

My Life as an Artist (2)

In the Spring of 1993, I first set eyes on Crickhowell Wales,  a small market town that sits in the beautiful Usk Valley where the Brecon Beacons and Black Mountains meet.    I knew immediately that this was where I wanted to settle.

Crug Hywel (Also known as Table Mountain) an Iron Age hill fort overlooking the town of Crickhowell. 


First, some history about how I came to find, live and work in this magical place for twelve years.

Prior to 1993, I had been living and working in the United States for twenty-eight years.  From 1972 I had been happily married, raising my two children and establishing myself as a working artist.       However,  as we all know life can throw curve balls, and so when my marriage came to an end in 1987,  I made the decision to stay in the States until my two children…

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Ina Vase on Monday: the Gaiety Club

Rambling in the Garden

Today I am celebrating the abundance of the cutting beds with the brightest dahlias and zinnias available, with a few others for support.

David Howard is in there again, with Geoffrey Kent (red), Dorothy Rose (pink), Top Totty (purple, and sadly only visible on the view above) and ‘Happy Single Juliet (single, cerise), with zinnias Benary Giant Lime, Orange King and a pink and startlingly bright red from Benary’s Giant Mix. They are joined by Rudbeckia ‘Marmalade’, Salvia viridis ‘Oxford Blue’, Antirrhinum ‘Liberty Classic Rose’ and Bupleurum rotundifolium.

I have a sneaking suspicion that ‘Gaiety Club’ may be a misnomer and that it is not the sort of place where cocktails abound, as suggested by the spotty cocktail umbrella but, if the addition of Amaranthus ‘Hot Biscuits’ is anything to go by, more of a club with leather armchairs and sleepy gentlemen nodding off in the daytime – but let’s…

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Eastside Hedge Witch: Suburban Fantasy

Tammy Deschamps

I’m writing a paranormal women’s fiction, or suburban fantasy called, Eastside Hedgewitch. The project idea came to me when I was blue over my decision to shelve Scavengers of the Starsea. I dropped the latter project because the POV characters were all of Afro-Latinx descent. I love the story and started writing it because my daughter said there was no one who looked like her in Science Fiction. I started with the idea of the Dominican diaspora in space instead of New York and ran with it. However, I decided until systemic racism isn’t a thing, and black and brown people are able to get published as easily as their white peers, it wasn’t my place to write that story.

Eastside Hedge Witch is the story of a widow in her forties raising her demigoddess daughter in the suburbs of Seattle. She’s left the supernatural community behind, but the devil…

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The Magic That Comes From Writing About Resilient Characters #AmWriting

Lucy Mitchell

Last year I wrote a postonhow writing about characters who reinvent themselves can spark a change in your own life. Back then writing about Pippa’s transformation in my book, Instructions For Falling In Love Again, had sparked enormous change in my own life. My post questioned whether writing about change had this magic ability to set off a chain reaction of change deep inside of me.

At the end of last year I became obsessed with creating new characters who were life survivors in my eyes. They were a bit rough around the edges but had a hidden diamond quality to them. Life hadn’t been fair to them but against the odds they’d somehow managed to survive whatever had come their way. No matter what I threw at them they always seemed to bounce back. These characters felt more realistic to me and a lot like some of…

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Sunday Writing Prompt “Fortune Teller”

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Fortune Teller

For today’s prompt you are going to try your hand at fortune telling. Use whatever method you like. Make a prediction, make sure to address the audience for whom your predication is intended. The audience can be the whole world, it can be a friend, family member, yourself, or a specific group of individuals. You can also write about a specific historical prophet or fortune teller such as Nostradamus. Fictional stories work too!

Funny side note while I was writing this prompt a song came on with this lyric “Fortune teller said I’d be free and that’s the day you came to me.”

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