My mum used to tell me “No ifs, no buts,” well tough because today there is a big but, and I’m angry. Today, because I was provoked by someone who is dear to me, but, for reasons best known to themselves, laughed at me and said what has now become the title of this shortContinue reading “Ha ha, you’ve only done an hour’s work a day.”
A discussion on Binary perceptions of difference in historical texts and personal history
I come to you today, feeling empty. There are no more excuses. Today I witnessed a blackbird lying down in the grass like a cat. I had seen the pigeons do this a month ago, but I thought little of it. Perhaps they had become domesticated, since they had fallen out of their nest andContinue reading “When birds lie down”
I am writing this in May 2020. On Friday, the air was so clear that you could see for miles. It was a day with high winds. I was out on a 17 k walk across farms and open country, and I watched in awe as an oak tree of around 70 years old, dancedContinue reading “Why are we killing ourselves? Money?”
I gave birth to a beautiful bouncing boy in 1989. My own newborn. I was 22 years old. I had been married the year before. I was new to mothering. I was a career girl. A successful manger. I fell in love with my helpless child and knew that I needed to look after himContinue reading “New – born – discover Prompts”
There is nothing fast about writing.
Heaven sent scent Sent to remind me All is not lost A rose can transport me To the rose gardens at Hampton Court Or to a park When all of this was something that happened to other people in another time, and changed our language here in Britain for ever, A field of yellow, becauseContinue reading “Discover Prompts – Day 15 Heaven Sent”
The best work is not always the most perfect
How to stop that critical voice. creative power.
these hands have held five babies, over and over and over again. These hands have pushed trikes, bikes, chairs, swings, have combed hair, tied plaits, knotted shoes, scrubbed out the mud from football boots, held the handle of a hoover day after day after day, ironed, stirred, flipped pancakes, picked up ladybirds, ailing birds, andContinue reading “These Hands”