Recommended by David Patton

I love it, her defence against the creatures of the night? Not holy water or silver crucifixes. No, she stumps the horde when she screams.... "but I'm a methodist!"

Growing up on Glasgow’s dull mean streets, Woodstock was massive for us! It was peace, love, sunshine, happiness, hippies and all done on a massive scale. Hendrix, Santana, CSNY, Cocker...Miller captures that and yet... and yet...she condenses the event into one powerful, possibly life changing moment. This was her character’s Sliding Doors moment, and as she writes….."Shit!! I let him marry the wrong me!"

Miller's voice at once brings despair, anger, loss, and yet, just when we think all is lost, she stands at the edge and gives us hope that we will survive and get through this damned plague, if not for ourselves, then for those we love and care for..masterful.

As a boomer born and raised in Scotland, I also grew up in thrall to the wall of sound that for me was was Motown. I so much relate to this take Vivian.. Thanks for the Motown Memories

Bejasus Miss Lermond, sure and you have a way with the words, and all the more so, you being American as well now, but it doesn't show at all I'm sure...... You have the Irish in you Vivian, more tales of Dermot please... Slainte!

"He was talkin’ to a man born deaf to common sense and sound judgment, amplified by being two hours into downin’ beers."
I've been in that pub, I could smell the sweat, beer, old nicotine stained ceilings and woodwork, the tired, worn, soggy carpet, and the jaded, faded clientele where some bloviating, bloated, buffoon regularly holds court, and if you just as regularly wish that this beer barrel of a man would get his due reward, then this wee tale from the always excellent Vivian Lermond fulfills that wish!

She made us love Lefty instantly, and wasted no emotion on the braggart! loved it!

Poignantly sad... yet hope through adversity. So much said in so few words...masterful

Took me back to my childhood! My Mum was no kitchen queen either, and Vivian's description so much hit the mark that I could instantly taste my Mum's version of Spaghetti ! Thanks for the memories Vivian..I think..

What to say.... the guilt she feels for her reaction to slowly losing her mum. The anger as she realises that nothing she can do; love, anger etc, can alter the outcome which she guiltily wishes for.