Friendly Types

During the Writing 101 Challenge recently I found some real friendly types. Some liked my writing, and others I liked theirs.

One of them even went so far as to nominate me for the Most Influential Blogger Award. (Thank you Meredith.)
However, and meaning no disrespect to Meredith, the ‘Award’ requested you to create your own award image for your blog and to post your favourite youtube video as well as list ten ‘deserving bloggers’ with the award.

I don’t know about you, but the requirements have a ‘chain letter’ feel to them. While I am honoured that I would be selected as someone worthy of such an ‘award’, I don’t like chain letters.

Although – I do like the idea of letting others know about bloggers that I have met, on my – thus far – short journey into blogging. So without further ado; and in no particular order, here are ten such friendly types.

The Piquant Storyteller


K R Jefferson
 – (Note – KR does ‘pepper’ his posts with expletives)


Anne R Allen’s Blog
 – (Note – This blog has ‘longform’ posts. Better set aside some time to read)


 – (Note – This blog has ‘longform’ posts. Better set aside some time to read)

 – (Note – The posts are in Swedish – most of the time. Wait a few seconds and the page will translate to English)

Eli Pacheco

Muddy River Muse


Food, Glorious…Coffee?; Writing 101 Challenge – Day 10

Day 10 – Tell us about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory. Free free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.

Obviously I ate as a child. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. However food doesn’t inspire strong emotional memories. I don’t remember a particular treat and I don’t have a ‘favourite’ meal.

I have foods that I like and foods I wouldn’t touch again with a barge pole.
Then there’s chocolate, but that’s a whole other story.

Growing up in more tropic climates and living in ‘the land down under’ means that December is in summer.
No ‘White Christmas’ for this little black duck.
Christmas was seafood and stone fruits.
It didn’t start off that way. We always had the traditional English Christmas. Hot meats and stodgy puddings.
The year that my Grandma died, the family Christmas was held at our house and that was the first Christmas with the seafood, stone fruits, salads, cold cut meats, followed by ice cream, melons, custards and jellies for dessert.
The next year my Uncle and Aunt followed my mum’s lead and the next year the next round of Uncle and Aunts did the same, and the next year and the next year and the next….well, you get the drift.Read More »