About susan sheldon nolen
It’s rare to catch me without coffee, a form of camera, or my beloved wire fox terriers. I love the history, the art, and it’s a massive part of my life, as I either paint, write, or get interrupted by my dogs, reminding me of the real world. I hope you enjoy your time here. It’s such a privilege to have readers.
Write On- Write Like Hemingway I found a fun website to play with the other day, I Write Like. The site analyzes your writing with an algorithm that is beyond my attention span. I just can’t be bothered to find … Continue reading →
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Tagged Charles Dickens, Ernest Hemingway, Facebook, Flash fiction, H. P. Lovecraft, Hemingway, IPod, James Joyce, Joyce, Literary Agent, Short story
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It’s the end of week three of no telly, and I have to say; I don’t miss it at all. There is a rather large spot where the television once rested. Now, I have to think about what to put … Continue reading →
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Tagged Arts, BBC America, Black and White Television, British Soap, Downton Abbey, Downtown Abbey, Eastenders, Hollywood, I Love Lucy, Soap opera, Sunday, Television, The Hour, United States
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The Great British Sunday Lunch- Lillian Gish and Jockey’s Whips– why that’s Cockney for Fish and Chips! My dad would have boxed my ears to hear such words uttered from my dainty mouth. Proper words for a proper English girl … Continue reading →
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Tagged Bow Bells, Charles Dickens, Charring Cross, Chip, Cockney Ryhming Slang, East London, Fish, Fish & Chips, Joseph Malin, Lillian Gish, Samuel Issacs, Sunday roast, Tales From The City, Tommyfields Market, Whitstable
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I was making a mad dash for my train at St Pancs when this stopped me in my tracks long enough to snap it, wonder at the magic of nature and dash off. I suspect it is some sort of … Continue reading →
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It’s been an adjustment. Last week, gosh how I did miss watching my favourite shows, but they are quickly slipping out of mind. I spent Sunday sprawled in the chair with a copy of The Times, The Observer, and The … Continue reading →
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Ah, the kitchen. Here everything is cooked up, school lunches, dinners with friends, Nespresso cups of coffee, arguments, laughs, it is the beating heart of the home. Quite often when people come into the old terraced house, the first thing … Continue reading →
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Tagged black lead, Coal Dust, England, History, Hot plate, Iron, Kitchen stove, Nespresso, Photography, Tales From The City, terraced house, Tidy Betty, Victorian, Victorian Kitchen
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Happy St Paddy’s Day! There’s nothing more Irish in the world than an Irish Terrier. I love the red brick colour of the Irish, the dirty eye so crucial to the breed, a look of disdain and contempt, that … Continue reading →
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Well life hasn’t ended without Television or the Internet yet. It’s very strange though. I am so used to just jumping on, sending an email, or checking the internet from everything from weather, to what time does that restaurant open? … Continue reading →
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One cold winter day I was in a graveyard in Holland. I walked past a toppled headstone, leaves scurried past me dancing in the wind, and turned to see this great old tree offering comfort and protection. I have a great … Continue reading →
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Week One or what oh what have I done? The great experiment begins. The internet is shut off at the house. The telly has gone to an old age pensioner. The television license not paid. A new battery for the … Continue reading →
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