Was I fated to write? Well, because I am dyslexic I was steered away from writing. That made it seem that I would never write. After all, I was never given the option. Today I was having lunch with some friends and one said to another, "When did you start writing?" "Oh, I was very young." And… Continue reading Fated?
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Sleep
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub Hamlet, William Shakespeare When I sleep I need to feel safe. I have nightmares; big scary monsters. So I have company. On my left lies my black and tan pup, and my right is the place for my orange kitten. I am in the middle with… Continue reading Sleep
Young at Heart
I don't look my age. I never have. At twenty-five I was still being ID'd. Now, people think I might be in my thirties but no-one thinks I am almost forty. I actually keep the grey in my hair so that I am taken seriously. Of course I don't help by dressing in jeans and… Continue reading Young at Heart
Wishing
I don't think I have ever tossed any coins in a fountain. I've stood on the side and admired them, glinting in the sun. Small flashes of hopes and dreams. But I've never actually thrown any. In our house it is all about the pudding. That is when we wish. Every year Mum makes a… Continue reading Wishing
Hats, spurs and belts
Holiday again. School's out. We're in the car and the music is playing; Dr Hook laments and Dolly Parton sews. Are we there yet? Mum nods off. We eat sugar. Dad adjusts his hat. The motorway is our horse but we have no spurs. Instead, we sit and wait. Still, country plays telling us of… Continue reading Hats, spurs and belts
The Last
That last biscuit. You know the one. When you put your hand in the jar and... nothing Then your finder tips brush it, arm stretched to the elbow, swallowed by the cookie monster. The triumph as you pull the crumbling sweetness free. Then the tea. Not too strong or too weak but just right. A… Continue reading The Last
I Believe
I believe in unicorns and golden lions I believe in chocolate brownies and happiness I believe in human kindness and love I believe in the sun and the moon I believe that in time everything changes, but you are the only one who can change yourself. I don't believe in endless darkness and pain… Continue reading I Believe
Addiction
Most people wouldn't see this as an addiction. I mean food can't hurt, can it? It can and it does. Addiction to a certain type of food, in my case caramel and chocolate, can make your life a living hell. Imagine cigarettes are good for you, imagine that they were part of something bigger that… Continue reading Addiction
Hot Air
"I can't believe you did that." He stayed silent. "How could you do that." Alec looked down as he walked. "They would have helped." He didn't even show he had heard. Beside him Nat matched his stride with years of familiarity. She sighed and walked with her hands in her pockets looking at the ground.… Continue reading Hot Air
Deadlines…
I thought I would be happy to get rid of deadlines once I was finished with university (my dissertation is in the printers...). But I'm not. Instead I have put in place a whole load of deadlines. Not only my own but also for competitions... At the moment I'm working on a piece based on… Continue reading Deadlines…
Kate Murray - Cleaver 