Book Review: Milly-Molly-Mandy

About ten years ago I was browsing in a bookshop and I came across a book I had long since forgotten about. I couldn’t resist opening it up to see if this modern publication was the same as the book that I remembered from my childhood. The book was...

Memories of Girlhood: Difference and Conformity

One vivid memory I have of my girlhood was when I was asked to play “Mary, Mary quite contrary” in the harvest celebration. Now I wasn’t the most natural child performer, but I did always enjoy being in...

Memories of Girlhood: Moving to Scotland

When I was six years old I boarded a flight destined for Edinburgh, Scotland. My family (all of whom are American) and I were moving there from New Jersey, where I was born. I went to school in the capital city, Edinburgh, but my family lived in a beautiful big old...

Memories of Girlhood: Knit One, Girl One

My mother is and always was a fantastic knitter – my sister and I gallivanted around in colourful home-knitted cardigans from our infancy. The most exciting part of any of her projects was always when we went to the haberdashery to choose the...

Memories of Girlhood: Anglesey Adventures

Over the Menai Bridge, through the winding Welsh lanes, down a bumpy track that barely qualifies as a road and under an archway of trees lies Cerig Mawr, my favourite place in the world. Located on the isle of Anglesey this old farmhouse has been a bastion of the...

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