Finding a Home in Greece – By Jennifer Barclay

Finding a Home in Greece Back when I was twenty, I went to Greece as a lost graduate, having seen a newspaper ad for English teachers in private language schools. I thought of warm sunshine and blue sea, dancing and ancient amphitheatres. My dad sometimes says his happiest memories…

Ancient Ancestry- by Kathy Flake

  ANCIENT ANCESTRY In the last chapter of my book What Am I Doing Here? A Bewildered American in Britain, I wrote this, as I prepared to leave England after ten years: “This is Home. There was an indefinable feeling of rightness I felt when I came here and…

Home: an extract from Ch1 of ‘A Million Sticky Kisses’ by Sally Rose

When we got there at 10:00am, the children were just getting up. They dashed into the living room to greet me joyously, “Tia, tia!” Aunty. They looked like they’d grown a lot since August, especially Alfonso. He was much taller and string-bean skinny. Marisol and Arturo had promised to…

With Love, The Argentina Family – Mirta Trupp

On special occasions, holidays or birthdays, Mami would make sure that we had a bouquet of flowers or a cake decorated with the words, “With Love, The Argentina Family.” This was one way Mami included the beloved family members into our daily lives. Later, when it was time to…

Argy

Argy In the final months of my pregnancy I start to dream in Spanish. It’s as if my unconscious world is finally catching up with my conscious one. I ask myself, does this mean I truly feel at home here? The answer is: yes, for now. Something about my…

Prologue to PICAFLOR:Finding Home in South America

    Here is the prologue to the book.   The bittersweet scent of coffee lingers as I sip the last of the cortado. A laptop hums in front of me on a low wooden table. My back starts to protest but I can’t stop typing. The words are…

Extract from Chapter 1 – first words

Bright red droplets form, break and then weep into each other. A tissue wipes them away. There’s a buzzing, rattling sound as the machine’s needle digs into flesh, ploughing in the ink. It’s muggy in the small room above a busy restaurant. I smell garlic mingling with the metallic…

Prologue: Brushstrokes of a childhood

By Elias Shebar Oscar Wilde: “There are only two rules for writing:  have something to say and say it”. I always thought that only great men have biographies written about them. Autobiographies even more so. I’m not entirely sure what motivated me to recount some memories from my childhood….

Prologo: Pinceladas de una Infancia

By Elias Shebar- Noviembre 2013 Oscar Wilde: “No hay más que dos reglas para escribir: tener algo que decir y decirlo”. Siempre pensé que sólo de los grandes hombres se escribían biografías. Más aún las autobiografías. No tengo muy preciso que es lo me lleva a relatar algunos recuerdos…

Home is Where the Cat Is

  FOREWORD to THE CHURCH OF TANGO: A MEMOIR by Cherie Magnus I never think of the future. It comes soon enough. ~ Albert Einstein It was finally obvious how to follow my bliss. And so I packed up Phoebe the Cat and moved to Buenos Aires, leaving Mexico,…