bytestories by Helen TownsendLatest stories by Helen Townsend on www.bytestories.comuuid:843ac02f-7712-47dd-9a87-fd1dd2068135;id=242024-03-28T09:08:27Z79dcc865-fcbf-475b-ab55-3512f0601be7Look Ma, no eyebrows2013-12-02T03:46:18ZHelen Townsendhttp://www.bytestories.com/author/Helen.Townsendauthor+Helen.Townsend@bytestories.comMy mother went through hell with her eyebrows. Plucking, numerous depilatory creams, eyebrow pencils, eyebrows dyes were all disasters....f5159857-563c-4420-aeca-c8091d4c700eMy dear friend2013-09-04T05:39:03+01:00Helen Townsendhttp://www.bytestories.com/author/Helen.Townsendauthor+Helen.Townsend@bytestories.com
One of my very closest friends was diagnosed with cancer this week. We don’t know what the future holds, but the very word cancer strikes fear into my heart....37713eee-0eb2-4ad9-a3c9-dbad879cf7feMy name, a sad mystery2013-08-22T10:39:27+01:00Helen Townsendhttp://www.bytestories.com/author/Helen.Townsendauthor+Helen.Townsend@bytestories.comHelen is my second name. My first name, Julia, was ditched soon after I was born. Julia was my great grandma’s name, Helen was my Grandma’s....69a2484f-50c2-404b-8de1-177f5ff1759eThe New Girl2013-06-17T04:29:41+01:00Helen Townsendhttp://www.bytestories.com/author/Helen.Townsendauthor+Helen.Townsend@bytestories.comOur 27 year old son, Mike, was bringing his new girl, Lucy, home to meet us. He’d sung her praises so fervently it made us wonder if she was going to be his true love, the forever one....ddc761e1-d30c-4419-92f4-66776f321f27Hola!2013-05-22T05:32:32+01:00Helen Townsendhttp://www.bytestories.com/author/Helen.Townsendauthor+Helen.Townsend@bytestories.comI want to understand what the Mexicans are saying and for them to understand what I’m saying. The phrase book with the CD is too basic....8e7eef4c-b553-445a-b167-e6d9beba8b5fTo my beloved from Mexico2013-05-15T07:55:53+01:00Helen Townsendhttp://www.bytestories.com/author/Helen.Townsendauthor+Helen.Townsend@bytestories.com
OK, I went to the Cantina. It wasn't like the cantinas in Hollywood movies. There's some drinking and fooling around, but really, it was good clean fun....1691f731-d298-4e2a-bfcd-20bf610d117eMexican Sardines2013-05-06T00:10:44+01:00Helen Townsendhttp://www.bytestories.com/author/Helen.Townsendauthor+Helen.Townsend@bytestories.comIt’s Mexico City, Saturday afternoon, and I decide to see the Palacio de Bellas Artes. I walk down to my local Metro and of the 20 million people in ...fd982b35-f8c4-465f-86c1-72886cea1b3fBurying the body2013-04-24T00:57:57+01:00Helen Townsendhttp://www.bytestories.com/author/Helen.Townsendauthor+Helen.Townsend@bytestories.comWe have Labradors like other people have children. I know you’re not supposed to rank your kids or dogs, but Lucy was the best - a relentless retriev...9dfe7ab6-eab8-4ec3-83da-c0f55bc2b16cOh god, my hair!2013-04-17T23:25:53+01:00Helen Townsendhttp://www.bytestories.com/author/Helen.Townsendauthor+Helen.Townsend@bytestories.comIt was a time when I was as mad as a meat ax, neurotic as hell, especially when it came to my hair. This was despite the fact I had long, wavy, beautiful hair....1d8faa3c-eb2c-4495-a556-ca2e258bc428A moment of grace2013-04-09T10:56:14+01:00Helen Townsendhttp://www.bytestories.com/author/Helen.Townsendauthor+Helen.Townsend@bytestories.comWhat is grace? A tender moment? Something beautiful? A spiritual revelation?
Not always.
I was 20....