Entries by Veronika Sophia Robinson

Autumn Days

These autumnal days bring such a different energy, don’t they? The light is different. It’s definitely nippy! I find myself enjoying the comforts of the hearth: the warmth of the crackling fire; the lamplight to read by; conversations with my family and friends; a snuggle with one of the cats; cello music on the stereo; […]

Thank you!

Wow, such a lot of you downloaded onto Kindle a free copy of my novel, Bluey’s Cafe, during the five-day promotion. I do hope you enjoy it. Feel free to leave a review on Amazon or email it to me for the website. Thank you! 🙂 Love, Veronika x

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Reaching for the Depths

I’m about to start putting together issue 5 of Starflower Living (a monthly online magazine). The themes for this issue run alongside those of the New Moon in Scorpio: soul mates, sexuality, transformation, empowerment, letting go, old baggage, psychology, secrets, depth of character, compulsions, deep emotional connections, ancestors, debt, inheritance, jealousy, abandonment. Health issues: sexual […]

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Pear and Coconut Crumble

Don’t ask me why Saturday night is dessert night in our home, rather than say Wednesday or Monday…because I don’t know. Last night we had one of my favourite desserts: pear and coconut crumble. It’s quick and easy to make, and tastes gorgeous! I first wrote about this dessert in my novel, Bluey’s Café: Home […]

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Vegan for a month

  Today I’m collating recipes and photos for Veganuary. Have you heard of it yet? It’s launching this September, and the campaign is kick-starting in January 2015. The campaign aims to reduce the suffering of animals by inspiring people to ‘try vegan’ every January… Their goal is: to show the wider world how exciting, delicious, […]

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Soup Season

Oh my gosh, it’s suddenly come on all dark, grey, damp and chilly here in the north of England. My feet are cosied up in thick socks, but the goosebumps on my arms make my thoughts turn to lunch: red lentil soup. My daughter, Eliza, has started taking a thermos to school so she can […]

The Gate

There’s a black wrought-iron gate at the side of our house. It’s heavy, and when it closes it bangs against a sandstone post. I always know when the postman is coming with the mail. It’s also the sound of my daughter leaving for school, and coming home from school. It’s the same sound both times, […]