by Jan Billings

Painting has always been a passion for me. Colour and pattern are a constant in my work. The process of creating visual dynamics by playing one colour off against another has always intrigued me.  I am constantly fascinated by the juxtaposition of colours from my first psychedelic designs in the 60s to the more muted tones I use at the moment.

by Mari Ziolkowski

Halloween, All Saints’, All Souls’ Day.  Didn’t understand what all these days pushed together meant when I was growing up Catholic.  Except for candy and trick or treating.  That was the big thing.  And carving pumpkins. . . .

by Susun S Weed

"Everyone ought to have a little Mother around the house," grandmother Edith would frequently say. The Mother she meant is motherwort, a locally common weed and a treasured ally to women stressed by menopausal problems.

by Tracey Jewel

As a child I always felt like the “outsider” not thinking I was the best at anything. I wasn’t the prettiest, the best at sports or the smartest. In fact I just sort of faded my way into the background. One of my nicknames was plain Jane (my middle name was Jane).

By Georgina Sirett-Armstrong-Smith

by Laura Gee

Times are hard, holidays are becoming shorter. The need then to find a place which, in a short space, will offer rest, relaxation, food for the body and for the spirit is pressing. We all hope for a special place that will furnish the balance of rest and stimulation, fun and interest to see us through the working year.

by Becky Thomas

On the cliff-top peninsula just outside St Davids lies the ruined chapel of St Non. Here, at this wind-swept sacred place, the sense of the goddess is strong and it was at this place that I began to hear Nonna whisper to me, began to sense her calling me to dream her alive and reclaim her once again from the mists of time in which she has been lost for a thousand years and more. Here I will tell her story.

A novel by Clarise Samuels

Chapter 9:  Gunnar’s Plan