Rachel Deeming
Bio
Mum, blogger, crafter, reviewer, writer, traveller: I love to write and I am not limited by form. Here, you will find stories, articles, opinion pieces, poems, all of which reflect me: who I am, what I love, what I feel, how I view things.
Stories (364/0)
Rise of the Memoir
I have just finished reading "I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings", a book that I have known about for years but of which I never obtained a copy until recently. I had read poetry by Maya Angelou and enjoyed its power and positivity mixed with defiance and I was looking forward to what the first instalment of her life story had to offer. And it did not disappoint.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Confessions
Inertia Train
It took a while for him to wake up. His eyelids were stiff and reluctant to open, sticky with the heaviness of deep sleep. His head felt like a boulder; slow and grey, unable to propel itself unless coaxed by another force, and so, he tried to reach his hand up to his head for reassurance that all was well. His hand resisted, as if he was asking it to move through treacle or thick mud; like a resistance band was around it.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Paradox of Intelligence
I think that there are many benefits to modern day living, not least, the advances in technology to make your life easier. We recently viewed a house that had a robotic lawn mower with its own little house and I have to say that this sounded like a fab idea, although I would miss the smell of our old petrol mower but not the grass cuttings so much. Perhaps the smell of cut grass would not be as powerful too, which is one of the heady scents of summer. But it's like the lawn mows itself which has to have benefits.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Motivation
- Top Story - August 2023
Bringing the LightTop Story - August 2023
Advisory: swearing The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It flickered with the movement of the presence inside, as it moved past it. The silence around the cabin was absolute. If you listened hard, you would be able to hear the wax spitting and crackling in the flame. The creatures of the forest had frozen, permitting no noise to break the calm. No calls, no crack of twigs, no squeal of prey consumed. Their instinct told them to draw no attention to themselves in that moment, to keep to the shadows where the flame did not reach.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Horror
Music and Memories
I was sat in my car, waiting for my son to emerge from school at the end of the day. I was reading with the radio set to a popular station that plays an eclectic mix of tunes, past and present - just what I like in my music. One of the features of the afternoon show is that someone picks their oldies, songs from their youth or ones that are not current chart-toppers, or Spotify favourites, or whatever is used to gauge music popularity these days.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Motivation
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I have many associations with food and summer, not all of them good. Where would Britain be without the hope of a barbecue? Summers in Britain are notoriously short-lived, if they appear at all so the chance of eating outdoors or having a picnic somewhere was a real treat, especially if grey cloud cover and a torrent of rain didn't spoil it completely. Although the elements would always be looking to thwart any plans for al fresco dining, sometimes there was the chance of burgers in buns, a hot dog made out of the finest butchers' sausages as opposed to wiener dogs and coleslaw and potato salad, possibly under a sunny sky but more than likely not.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Feast
Tale of the Tache
I love my dad, also known as Tache and Grandad Tache. You won't be surprised to learn that this is because of his long-adorned moustache, a facial feature which has become so much part of his identity that it has also become the name by which all of my family - me, my husband and my two boys - call him. Despite being encouraged to shave it off, by my mother mainly, he has stubbornly held onto this facial hair statement, in spite of its bristly-ness and the idea that he would look better without it.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Families
Why I love the Queen
Here, in Britain, there has been an awful lot of celebrating going on this weekend, June 2022 as Queen Elizabeth II reaches the monumental milestone of having served 70 years on the throne. 70 years! Bunting has been raised aloft and glasses raised. Beacons have been lit on historical monuments (safely, of course) and concerts, displays and parades organised. Street parties have been held and a lot of good cheer has been shared the length and breadth of the British Isles. It has brought people together and it is timely with the years that have been spent virally apart to gather and revel with re-found freedom.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Motivation
The Unknown Dark
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But they've always been in the mountains." The voice was quietly spoken but there was no doubting its authority, as a subdued hush descended on the Elders' meeting. How it had been heard over the hubbub of the dragon discussion was a mystery but heard by everyone it was. Bart, who was leading the meeting, was irritated that he had been interrupted, just as he was about to argue with Sampson about the ridiculous claim that he had seen a dragon.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
More Bad Book Reviews
I have previously shared through Vocal my experiences as a book reviewer and most recently, being challenged about what I have written in response to my reading of ARCs: book reviews written by me. I read a lot and share on many book oriented websites so my views are widespread. That doesn't mean that they are widely read but they are widely distributed.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Geeks