Stories to Tell

I started writing again just over 10 years ago. Not really sure what sparked it. I hadn’t written since I was in my early (troubled teens).
Suddenly, when I hit my fifties, stories began flooding my brain and screaming to be let out.
The first story to emerge was “Guy at the Bar”, which brought back lovely memories of a small village in North Yorkshire called Brompton on Swale. Tears flowed as I wrote about my parents, how I miss them. If there really is an after life, they’ll be looking down at me and shaking their head and saying, “Our Sandra, a rebel to the end.”
Guy at the Bar wasn’t a best seller, but it piqued my interest and more stories followed. I recently re-wrote Guy at the Bar, and bundled it into a collection of short, slightly scary stories, called “Ghosts on the Sand and other chilling tales.” It’s still for sale on Amazon, along with my second book “Dead of July.”
Ghosts on the Sand Dead of July – Amazon
Now I’m retired and have a little more time on my hands so I’m writing again. I’ve just finished a Children’s book, inspired by my daughter’s pup Tess. I took care of Tess for a short time while my daughter and her husband vacationed in Japan. I never knew dogs could be so funny, or have so much character. I adjusted my mindset to write for children. I also had to think like a puppy. It was a blast to write. “Princess Tess and her Mess” will be published sometime this year.
The pictures above are my mum and dad. I never stop missing them. On the right is the King William IV, where Guy at the Bar came to life.
Writing makes me happy!

Easter Sunday – I miss you Mam

“Hi Mam. I am sitting out on my deck having a glass of red wine. It’s a lovely day. I learned to relax a little more”


“Mam, its peaceful here. I can’t hear traffic or music or people. I am looking at the mountains and the blue cloudless sky”


“We took Joanna and Christian for Easter brunch today. It was lovely. I remember the Easter picnics we used to enjoy in the Yorkshire Dales. It was always cold but so much fun. We used to take Grandma, she would always misplace her dentures. I miss you Mam, I wish you were here”


“Mam, thanks for listening. I know you are there, I feel you”

A soft breeze from nowhere brushed past my cheek and I smelled ‘Lilly of the Valley” my mother’s favorite perfume.

Lilly of the Valley“Love you Mam, miss you”