By Sandra Arnold We found the house where he’d lived with his sister for 12 years after their parents died.…
By Sandra Arnold “Mum, you know that old muslin dress of yours with the embroidered sleeves?” said Crystal. “Can I…
By Sandra Arnold “Hi! How’s it going?” “Oh…well…” “These pears are on special, by the way.” “Are they? Right.” “So…
By Sandra Arnold She tried to tell her mum that it didn’t happen the way they said, but it was…
How and when did you decide, or discover, that you were to be a writer? I was a prolific reader…