With only two months to go before Love’s Journey Home arrives in the world, I thought you might like to know a little more about Jay and me. We used to love to travel together, and here’s a quick story about one such trip that’s not in the book… Jay and I are visiting Gloucester…
There’s so much pressure on a person these days. I was born with a Victorian mind, I think. At least in some respects. Making a Valentine from a lacy white paper doily, a cut-out red velvet heart, and some pink ribbon would have been just my speed. Inside, I would have written: To Algernon (for…
I get a little choked up when I think about the fact that my memoir, Love’s Journey Home, will be launched into the world on May 7 this year. It would have been my 39th wedding anniversary. Ridiculously long ago. But here’s how the day went… On the morning of May 7, 1983, I woke…
My memoir, Love’s Journey Home, includes a description of decorating the Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving. This is how acquiring a tree happened for most of the thirty years we were married: Christmas always demanded a perfect conifer. In his mind’s eye, Jay (my husband) saw a tree that reached the ceiling, but wasn’t…
[5 minute read] It was mid-December, and I needed money to buy Christmas presents. I was seventeen, and had found a Saturday job at Russell & Bromley, the most exclusive shoe shop in the London suburb where we lived. In 1966, this kind of job paid less than a pound for a day’s work, plus…
Enjoy this extract from my memoir, to be published in May, 2022. And if you’d like to get the news and excerpts like this ahead of other people, sign up for my email list on the right-hand side of the page. My husband Jay had been ill for a long time, so when he managed…
Pamela Stockwell is a fellow member of the Women’s Fiction Writers Association, which is not for writers who are women, but those who write in the womens’ fiction genre. Her debut novel, A Boundless Place, launches this Thursday, and the premise is fascinating. In 1969, a twenty-four-year-old widow, Violet, wants only to hide from life….
I caught another raccoon in my garden the other day. Which reminded me of the last time I had this problem, many years ago, in a different place. I wrote a humorous essay about it and won a prize from Connecticut Muse, a journal for Connecticut writers. I thought you might enjoy it too. (3-4…
