Author Archives: Liz McPherson

Libby’s a teacher, Beta grows herbs, Liza’s a dreamer, while Elsa loves words, Elisa’s a neat freak, Belle is a slattern, Isabelle like chaos while Libby needs patterns, Ealasidde writes poems, recites them on walks, Beth’s passion is animals, she’d … Continue reading →

In this age of uncertainty a lie gains traction, travels around the world in a click. We must learn how to listen, recognise honesty, know truth when we hear it spoken, for who can tell where each false statement, each … Continue reading →

They stand about in grandmotherly disguise, schoolchildren once, now grey-haired, stiff and pompous, propriety made flesh, cod gasping on the deck, flapping but almost dead. The one who laughs a lot, the sporty one, the fool, the quiet thoughtful one, … Continue reading →