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  • One day to Go!

    There’s one day to go ’til this blog post a day-ness. This darling of May; yes! A darling a day; bless. Don’t ask me to tell ’cause it’s all a surprise; oh! What will darling be? No! Stop trying to… Continue reading

  • It’s Happening.

    The challenge is on…and I shout YES. I accept. A blog a day. For one whole month. One whole month of getting to know this little home I’m building. A whole month of getting to know all of you!  Yep.… Continue reading

  • The Little Blog Of Everything

    This is an everything blog. A little bit of sugar, a little bit of spice. And, right now—like Forest and his many park-bench dwellers—you (the reader) and me (the writer) just never know what we’re going to get from this… Continue reading

  • Somewhere Summer

    When the leaves start to fall and the sun slides all the way ’round to the other side of the world… I get a little bit grumpy. A little bit cooped up. A little bit sad. You could say I’m… Continue reading

  • The Aching Quiet

    The aching quiet. You’d know it, I’m sure. The moment something could have been said but wasn’t. The moment silence was filled with a smile, a giggle, a tear. That’s what I think the aching quiet is. An ache of… Continue reading

  • The Value of Kindness

    It was all I had ever wanted. A horse. Majestic and lovely, the only dream my little girl heart desired. Every week the library door would slide open and out we’d whistle, me and Mum, our bags heavy with books… Continue reading

    The Value of Kindness

  • When You Became the Sun

    I promised this virtual space of mine that I’d sprinkle some heart into it, and so grows this poem: planted from a memory, watered with love. I felt this introduction necessary because I am well aware that grief is an… Continue reading

  • Falling In Love By Lamplight

    I can’t remember the moment I fell in love with books. But I know it was by lamplight. A warm orange flush against the wall. The shadow of a Mum, and a girl, and a book, and a bed. A… Continue reading

  • An Audience With My Writerly Self

    Hello Writerly Me, It’s good to see you! Thanks for coming, by the way. No one else will be attending the party, sadly. Some were too shy to come. The rest: burning the candle at both ends, they said. Too… Continue reading

  • The Gift of Bother

    Last week I was car-less. Imagine. A young Mum with things to do. Places to go. Objects to move from one place to another. Small children to move from one place… To another. What a bother. And then it struck… Continue reading