Peg Elliott Mayo: 10 books

Welcome to a gathering of extraordinary old women. Let me be clear, to us old isn't a dirty word. Old is ripe, self-aware, experienced and accomplished. The youngest you'll meet here is sixty-seven years and the eldest is thirty years her senior. If you saw any of us in the market, you'd probably...

A lot of people come to me for the jokes. Those that continue, stay for the hope the relationship brings. I’m a therapist, among other things, and this is a collection of stories about heroes, cowards, bullies and good and evil genius. It recounts stupidity, cruelty, absurdity, struggle, laughter,...

From the book... When Father O'Looney was called to the hut of Blind Raftery to give him the last rites, the neighbors came along to give the old man a grand sendoff. Sure, they said, it was time he felt the holy oil: he'd been that long with the faery that none would have predicted him seeking absolution...

Shades of Sorrow, Visions of Fulfillment When you’ve drunk the bitter cupful, you will find a rare jewel at the bottom. B. A. Elliott Sorrow is no stranger to anyone’s life. Sorrow is usually associated with loss, grief and uninvited change. It may be tied to a loss of status or...

Animal friends—”all creatures great and small”—share our lives and bring the sweetest affection. Shared happiness is a treasure. Animal companions see us through our troubles without judgment and communicate their understanding without words. Because humans so often outlive animals, we need...

It's past time to tote up what I’ve learned and how I changed from Estelle Smith to Honey Bun to The Missus to Twinkle to Amelia Earhart to—it goes on. Now, I call myself “Organza.” Organza isn't sturdy, like overall material. You have to watch not to step on the hem or it'll rip. You can...

My Irish great-grandmother told me stories. She did, in a rich brogue that conjured misty bogs, windswept heather and glints of gold at the foot of rainbows. There was one story she told me when I was so small I still sat on her lap, my head nestled against her soft breast, her rocking chair squeaking...

We are all from Earth. We share needs for protection, instruction, validation and comfort from cradle to grave. We bleed. We weep in loneliness. We laugh. We fear. We aspire. We violate our potential and we fulfill it. There is no exclusivity in emotion and no monopoly in thinking for either gender....

The Daffodill Pub and Grub, presided over by Mister Gariety, Himself gathers the intelligencia of Ventry, County Kerry in dear old Ireland for consideration of the woes and benificence of the times. His work is complicated by the presence of Grizzler, an apparent Airedale, but in truth an enchanted...

Entering the Forest No one knows all the animate and inanimate forms in any forest. No one knows the whole of the complex effects the seasons create. No one knows the permutations of organisms' individual. competitive, genetic, symbiotic and random actions. Or the results. The complexity of a forest...