Annabel Austen and her books
As you probably know, Annabel Austen isn’t my real name, so I thought I’d write a few words about how I chose it.
My own name is really quite boring, almost as boring as you can get. 285 more words
1 month, 1 week
Digging up the ancients
I have now added three more generations to my direct maternal line. Got stuck for a couple of years at Margaret Watson as the name was so common, but have now pinned her down. 147 more words
2 months, 1 week
I am back from holidays … back to the real world … with a “TO DO” list the length of my arm. Hopefully I can pop a few more cards up before Christmas. 177 more words
3 months, 3 weeks
Today I heard on the radio that Richard Brautigan
Killed himself last fall.
Then some girl who was 17 in 1970 read his Love Poem. 227 more words
MONTREAL — They all have badges with their names on them. And they all share that same wild look you have when you emerge into the sunlight from a dark room. 381 more words