Is It Just Me?

I really enjoyed your last piece, Judy, strange as that may sound! And I am sorry for provoking you… but I think it was necessary. Finally, the words on the

Last week, Skip asked if I was afraid of embracing the living; if I was seeking refuge in far-flung places away from reality. He asked why I was once more

Judy, are you afraid of embracing the living? Do you seek refuge in far-flung places away from reality? Why do you, once more, refuse to enter into a meaningful dialogue?

First of all, I want to thank all those who responded to my article two weeks ago. Some offered their own views about the modern malaise of ‘lowest common denominator’

Judy Sharp reflects on life and her world – as she sees it By the time you read this, it will almost all be over. Writing ahead as I am,

Did someone mention football? I feared as much. By now, it will be obvious whether Euro 2004 is the saviour of the Algarve’s tourism trade for this year or, as

I have closed my eyes and chosen to open them again. I am back from the valley of the tears and will concentrate on other life-threatening matters, such as the

Last week, Skip mentioned several points that resonated with me, including the shame we should all feel at the blatant racism, hatred and greed in our world, and the sheer

I remember when Great Britain joined what was then called the Common Market. Edward Heath was Prime Minister and he spoke French with a typical public schoolboy accent. I voted