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Darling Day 20. Moon River: Behind the Scenes
Yesterday, I was a little bit naughty. I had a blog post to write—and a darling one, at that. But. Instead of sitting at the computer, crafting a darling world of words, I leaned over the piano and melted into… Continue reading
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Darling Day 19. Moon River
Moon River, wider than a mile, I’m crossing you in style some day. Old dream maker, you heart breaker, Wherever you’re going, I’m going your way. Two drifters, off to see the world. There’s such a lot of… Continue reading
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Darling Day 18: The River
She sits upon the river bank, Picks daisies one by one, She peers into the dawning day, Sighs ‘welcome’ to the sun. The windy reeds sway in the morn, Sweet blackbirds hop and play, A simple hour of… Continue reading
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Darling Day 17. Kill Your Darlings
It’s a phrase that makes my arm hairs stand up every time I say it, every time I think it. Kill your Darlings. Who would do such a thing? Who would even think up such a horrid plan? Well…writers, that’s… Continue reading
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Darling Day 16. Quote of the Darling Day
‘I call everyone darling because I can’t remember their names.’ Zsa Zsa Gabor Continue reading
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Darling Day 15. The Truth About Lady and The Tramp
I can’t believe it’s taken so long for the penny to drop. Jim Dear and Darling, from Lady and the Tramp, they are not as they seem. For my whole childhood—and in fact, right up until a few weeks ago… Continue reading
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Darling Day 14. Where Did All The Darling Go?
Darling day 14. A day to sit in front of the computer and stare. And stare. And stare some more and wonder: is this where it all comes crashing down? Is this the day the tank that once was full… Continue reading
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Darling Day 13. Happy Mothers Day
To all the darling Mothers out there. To all the darling daughters. And all the darling sons. Happy Mothers day. Love, Brooke. xx Continue reading
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Darling Day 12. Kids
Darling isn’t it, the places they leave things? Continue reading
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Darling Day 11. The English Teacher
Some people in this life really do bring out our inner butterfly, don’t they? Who knows what that magic is, or how it comes about, but I have a feeling it’s made with that thing we all have in common.… Continue reading
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