Author BIO: Lydia Penn

It was from a 1st century business woman, a native of what is present day Turkey, and a 19th century English grandmother, sharing the same name, that 21st century Lydia Penn was birthed over a cup of tea.

 

Who is Lydia Penn really? Follow the travel and love of Lydia Penn.

Lydia Penn
Deep Waters Chapter 1 |  by Lydia Penn

Deep Waters Chapter 1 | by Lydia Penn

Justin first noticed the girl as he and Ben joined other first-class passengers at the ship’s rail as the Sydney bound liner sailed closer to Port Said and the Suez Canal. She was standing at a little distance from the other passengers, a slim figure leaning over the rail, her long blonde hair blowing in the slight breeze. It was 1960, just four years after the Egyptian government had nationalised the Suez Canal.

The King and The Colony

The King and The Colony

The King was justifiably angry as he perused the latest report from the Colony. “My patience with these people is coming to an end,” he raged as he paced up and down the Throne Room. “People are starving, crime is increasing, and in their blindness, they start yet another project with no firm foundation, doomed from the start. With their defective sight, they can’t even get the walls straight either.”

The Pick Up by Lydia Penn

The Pick Up by Lydia Penn

“Excuse me. Didn’t I see you at Pippy’s party last night?” The distinctive transatlantic voice broke into Anne’s thoughts, as she stood motionless on the crowded escalator. Such remarks were a common gambit which she and her friends had often encountered and usually ignored, during their student days in London.

A Time To Love (Ecclesiastes 3.8)

A Time To Love (Ecclesiastes 3.8)

Chapter 1

The wedding invitations had gone out, presents had begun to arrive; there were continued discussions with caterers and florists and final fittings with dressmakers, volunteers co-opted to decorate the church.

Nuts and Bolts by Lydia Penn

Nuts and Bolts by Lydia Penn

The old corner house, it’s garden choked with weeds and overgrown bushes, had been vacant for so long, that it became an object of great interest in the street when signs of life began to appear; smartly dressed young men began coming and going, work began to tidy up the garden, and the “For Sale” sign was taken down.