Cait O'Connor

Dear Diary, Sorry I have been absent for so long. I blame the season, is it safe to come out now? To wish you all a Very Happy and Peaceful...

Dear Diary, I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or...

Dear Diary, The most important tribute any human being can pay to a poem or a piece of prose he or she really loves is to learn it by ...

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. Edith Wharton 1862-1937 I may have blog...

My daughter just sent me this song, one I had not heard before.  I've always been a fan of Tracy Chapman. This song is catchy and ...

Dear Diary, (All photos are by M). The pain passes but the beauty remains Pierre Auguste Renoir It takes pains to be beautiful. I remember ...

There are two means of refuge from the misery of life - music and cats. Albert Schweitzer Dear Diary, OK, it is time for a confession. I...

Dear Diary, I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to b...

A Ghost on a Stair? Maybe. Maybe not. (Not my ghost though but do read on.) Dear Diary By the way, before I start, if you want to listen to ...

The witch's familiar Tonight I will just post these pics and a couple of poems, one by M and another by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge. Old po...

Dear Diary, Just a quick blog as I am off to library-land very soon. The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or n...

A Strictly Tongue in Cheek look at Nostalgia (This a fictional account of what happened when Cait last visited her GP.) Picture the scene. ...