I used to dread autumn, ’50 shades of slush’, or whatever the acerbic British writer Julie Burchill called it. Sure, I could appreciate the big bravura show of red, gold and purple leaves, the ‘fireworks’ before winter. But I felt a strong undertow of dread. Autumn heralded the end of all I loved; the long…
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Bookworm
Laura – Since getting cancer, I’ve become a voracious reader. I’m reading like never before. It has become very important for me to escape into other worlds because mine has gotten so small.