I have had the great pleasure of being let loose in the Oxfam Bookshop in Kings Heath, Birmingham. The store came up with a great idea – The Curated Shelf – to bring writers and readers closer together. During September, it invited five local authors and members of the OxfamReads! series to curate shelves from the donated offerings. Continue reading “On being let loose in the Oxfam Bookshop”
Motherhood, creativity and Katrice in Oxfam, Kings Heath
Three of my favourite things will be coming together on Wednesday, 25 February 2015.
First of all the treasure trove which is the Oxfam Bookshop on Kings Heath High Street, Birmingham will be celebrating its refurbishment. Still cosy, still welcoming, it will be enjoying a brand new look. Continue reading “Motherhood, creativity and Katrice in Oxfam, Kings Heath”
I take it back (new business card)
When I announced in my last post that I’d got a new business card – deputy site editor of NHS local – I made a mistake.
Do you know that feeling of having told a half-truth? It’s not about telling a lie. It’s about settling for less than the truth deserves, neglecting to tell the most important part of a story. Continue reading “I take it back (new business card)”
I love my new boss
I love my new boss. I like her ideals, her approach to life, her attitude to business. They echo my own.
I know she has my best interests at heart – as I do hers. It’s not uncommon, even in the best of organisations, to feel a degree of ambivalence towards your employers. You are prepared to work hard and put yourself out, but, quite rightly, there are limits as to how far you will go on their behalf. Continue reading “I love my new boss”
Farewell Birmingham Post
My last day at the Birmingham Post was Tuesday 22 December 2009. I slid out on a farewell blog like Santa on his sleigh. Here is my heart-felt post, with added pictures, which was published in the Birmingham Post that day.
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Elizabeth Fry is my nan
See this woman. I’ve just found out that she is my great great great great grandmother.
Earlier this week, as part of a feature I was writing for The Birmingham Post, I went with family historian Paul Wilkins to Birmingham Central Library to trace my family tree and discovered, amongst other great worthiness, that I am a direct descendant of Elizabeth Fry, the woman who reformed prisons in the nineteenth century and is commemorated on the back of a fiver. Continue reading “Elizabeth Fry is my nan”