Sometimes you need a little time before you can write about something. Time to decipher the emotions, space to let things be long enough to see a clear path. Last week, when my youngest child started school, I really didn’t
As you get older the whole concept of a birthday changes. As I lay pretending to be asleep in my bed this morning I could hear the excited whispers of little people covering the bed with cards and presents, negotiating
This is a story about a wonderful, warm, intelligent woman, who loves her son and has watched him grow into a fine young man.
I love Josie’s writing workshop, but I don’t often get the chance to take part. This week is no exception, but I’m delighted to be guest posting on behalf of a special friend. I know it’s not always easy to
Beryl was an amazing woman. Eyes full of love, cheeks ruddy from a lifetime of smoking, laughing and sweating it out in a hot kitchen, hair crying out for a hot oil treatment and a waistline that she swore was
It must have been 1999. I remember sitting in a car park, somewhere in the industrial depths of Reading with my now husband, pre-children, marriage, mortgage and responsibility. I played this song – probably from an old maxell tape and