I don't want you to think I had an unhappy , because I didn't. I had the childhood I had, it was all I knew. I know now I had a tough childhood. In secondary school I had very low esteem, but I was independent. I knew how to fend for myself, I was confident…
Ghosted Again, New Nails and A Birthday Cake Dilemma…..
I know, I know, if only I'd taken my own advise and not messaged I wouldn't have been ghosted, but to be honest when do I do the right thing? Even if I try to do the right thing, I usually mess it up. This whole sorry mess started with me doing the right thing.…
You want to know me?
Take a look at my table......messy, too much stuff going on, crochet, notebook, recipes, books, wine, hand cream...what more could a girl need? My Table Some of you will have seen my table many times in pics, honestly it always looks like this. It is tiny, but I seem to be able to stack it…
Shadows of my Life…. beginning of Chapter 2…
Barbara sat up slowly, she stared at the cup of tea on the bedside table. His bedside table on his side of the bed, in his bedroom. Exactly the same as last time. This time he was in the kitchen searching the freezer for something to cook for supper, last time he went to arrange…
Slow Down
Mounting questions, answers left unsaid Messages opened, often misread A child of our time, a light in our eye So much harder it is as time goes by Emotions ignored, never addressed Scars that won't heal from the acid test A stiff upper lip, an 'I'm alright Jack' Hides the anti social panic attack Eyes…
Circle of Life
A child cries, as a promise is given, lives are entwined, destinies written Encased within this ancient stone, where one night she would lie alone Hiding away damaged, frail, her tear stained face languid, pale. No one knew, no one would care, she couldn’t tell, she wouldn’t dare. No longer a child she fled the…
Writing My World 