Barbara Dalton
I am a New-Zealand born Canadian exploring my lifelong passion for the English language and how incredibly powerful words can be, whether written or spoken.
Packaged With Love
Aran was always a bit of a prankster. That's what attracted Jenny to him in the first place. His joie-de- vivre and easy-going nature were a welcome change from the sensitive, jilted souls that seemed to have fallen into her lap since her divorce 5 years ago.
Barbara DaltonPublished 4 days ago in Fiction
In The Blink Of An Eye
In the distance, I can hear voices but I don't recognize them. Their words indecipherable, mumbled. Much closer, a soft bleep rhythmically sounds, a whishing noise persists - like the whistle of a kettle relentlessly boiling. A waft of antiseptic assaults my nares.
Barbara DaltonPublished 6 days ago in Fiction
Caught in The Act of Plagiarism
It wasn’t me that was caught — and nor was it my story that was copied. A couple of days ago I was checking out the top stories here at Vocal Media when I recognized the first few lines that appeared on the thumbnail of a featured one.
Barbara DaltonPublished 18 days ago in Journal
Stitching is My Thread of Life.
It's in my blood. Ever since I was a wee dot, needlework has been part of my existence. My paternal grandmother and my mum always had some type of craft on the go. Needles were clacking, knitting up sweaters and cardigans; a fine lace doily being crocheted or the sewing machine burring away as dresses and pyjamas were made. Scraps of material were handsewn into patchwork quilts, canvas tapestries crafted and clothes mended instead of being tossed aside.
Barbara DaltonPublished 23 days ago in Journal
The World Needs More Fecal Matter
We all do it. If we see someone on the street that looks weird or is behaving strangely, we instantly make an assumption on their appearance or antics. “They’re on drugs!” “They’re crazy!” “Well, there goes a couple of attention seekers!”
Barbara DaltonPublished about a month ago in Styled
I Am a Nurse and I Have Been Bullied
The day I met my first bully, I was minding my own business and doing what I was supposed to be doing — preparing to administer a plethora of medications to one of my assigned patients.
Barbara DaltonPublished 2 months ago in Longevity
The Cutting Edge of Creativity
A contest about crafting? Seriously? I’ve got this! I was jumping hoops when Vocal announced yet another alluring writing challenge. Crafting has been part of my life ever since I was a child. My mother was never one to sit idle and instilled a passion in me for sewing, knitting and stitching since I was old enough to sit still for more than 5 minutes.
Barbara DaltonPublished 2 months ago in Lifehack
My Mother Was Not a Boss Mum
My mother was not a boss mom. Yes, she was in charge of raising my brother, sister and me but she did not domineer, dictate or act overtly controllingly. She was more a chaperone, guiding us to become the decent human beings we all are today. She was a role model.
Barbara DaltonPublished 2 months ago in Families
