Long overdue. I couldn't see what was right in front of me. In my (sometimes futile) attempt to become a better human being, and ultimately a better Grandmother, I have been exploring. I have tiptoed around 'The Law of Attraction' and discovered the power of the subconscious mind. I have read testimonies of people whose... Continue Reading →
The Maternal Bond
My finger has been hovering over the publish button for the last hour. Like anything in life, there are highs and lows and I feel as if I should keep everything upbeat, even when its not the truth. At the very outset, I declared that I would be real. This is my reality and all... Continue Reading →
People…not a big fan
I am exhausted, exasperated and worn out by People. I sometimes feel like I am an alien that has been left behind by my Mothership. I have had a tough couple of weeks, both professionally and personally. My actions in my place of work have come into question which has resulted in me over-analysing my... Continue Reading →
Silk purse, sow’s ear
My relationship with this current blog post can only be described as somewhat strained. I wasn't getting anything out of it, and it didn't understand what I needed. I had even threatened to leave it on more than one occasion but it fell on deaf ears. There I was, declaring my intention to 'just... Continue Reading →
What a difference a blog makes
The period between Christmas and New Year is notorious for being a bit of a nothing time unless you are shopping in the sales. Perfect opportunity then for me to get writing. This is 3 blogs in one; a brief look back, a look ahead to the new year and a bit about my... Continue Reading →
My Three Iconic Spirits & Aunty Doris
This was not the blog I had planned for today, but I was rummaging around for something to read - looking for some inspiration and I found it. A couple of pages in and I had an idea. Imagine being visited by your own 3 spirits? What would that be like? If you could go... Continue Reading →
The ugly box
In my About page, I talked about taking a good hard look at myself. Well, here goes... Our family photos are stored in a somewhat ugly cardboard box in the loft. Every once in a while it gets dusted off and I immerse myself in years of memories. Even though I treasure each and every snap,... Continue Reading →
I’m a writer that just doesn’t write
I have always wanted to write. My childhood was a combination of Enid Blyton, Judy Blume, the wonderful Alice in Wonderland and every Ladybird book I could get my hands on. At the age of 13 I was given a dilapidated typewriter and over the next three years I wore out the ribbon with possibilities.... Continue Reading →
Introducing my first ever blog
This is the post excerpt.