Travels In A Different Sort Of Way

 By Maryanna Gabriel The morning has been a bit of a hurkle-durkle. Been longing to say that for ever so long, hurkle-durkle that is, meanin...

Ballast To Which I Cling  By Maryanna Gabriel The other day, the man who helps me with the garden and whatnot, asked who the prime minister ...

Stand back. Super high technology on display.              By Maryanna Gabriel  I am coming out of the closet. Yes, it is true. Because I h...

 by Maryanna Gabriel  Clearly, I had underestimated the prowess of octogenarians wielding power and the bondage that entailed. The writing w...

 by Maryanna Gabriel  ...., but underneath the beige uniformity (inside and out, I might add) there lurked a darkness of formidable magnitud...