I cannot spell Dyslexia

A thought that often comes to me is doing things as a child with my mother. This generally involved helping her in the kitchen. My mother was a wonderful cook.  One recurring memory I have is of the smell in the house when she baked Christmas cake for her sisters and for us. When it came time to decorate the cake each year, out came the plastic […]

• Published date: 24-06-2026 02:00 PM