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Andrew E Wade

This website includes material by and about Rosemary's late husband, author, journalist, film editor and Reiki Master Andrew Wade, 1929-2012 (aka Ewart Wade) – and particularly his environmental fairy story, Jorell.

The book is fiction but the fairy is real! See this link for a review of the book and further details about its genesis, and this one for readers' responses to the book, which is loved by both children and adults.  The paperback is now out of print, but it has been issued as an e-book available from Smashwords.

Andrew and Rosemary wrote a blog about their research into psychic children: The Truth About Fairies.

Andrew's other blogs are:

The Magic of Life, interviews with exceptional people. Its most recent entry consists of tributes to Andrew – himself a remarkable person – after he died.

The Game of Life, pieces of life writing, for a memoir that never got written.

A Life in Small Stones. From time to time I (Rosemary) engage in a practice of mindful writing initiated by Satya Robyn, called 'small stones' – essentially, small pieces of observation, recorded and polished. When Andrew, in old age, became unable to sustain longer pieces of writing, I suggested he take this on. He did, with enjoyment and some delightful results, recorded in this blog.

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