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Bert and Butterscotch Pie.
Thanksgiving in England.

Kate Clarke
Nov 24, 20243 min read


Out of Mind
I found an old leather pouch, shiny as a Prospect Park conker, with a stubborn, time-worn brass catch. It was tucked behind an attic beam...

Kate Clarke
Oct 9, 20211 min read


Pictures and Paintings
It's an odd expression, isn't it, to 'get over' someone. I don't really know what it means. Do you get over a beautiful view, a great...

Kate Clarke
Jan 2, 20212 min read


Those Clarke Boys
I may have said this before, I lose track. When Terry's son, Joseph, visited us, there was a ritual. They would come into the house,...

Kate Clarke
Nov 16, 20201 min read


Watching a Man Light a Smoke
Many people have used the word intense to describe me. They don’t mean it as a compliment. They're right. People have always backed away...

Kate Clarke
Jun 25, 20201 min read


Tommy Steele
When Terry and I first met we spent a lot of time apart. I joked that we should get tattoos, as a sign of our belonging - perhaps half a...

Kate Clarke
Jun 25, 20201 min read
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