What if peace is harder than war? The story of Romeo and Juliet is one well known across the generations. Even those who may not have a Shakespeare play down as their first choice will have surely come across a version of the tale of the star crossed lovers. I love seeing and reading different… Continue reading Guard Your Heart by Sue Divin
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Almost time…
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Homework
There are breadcrumbs scattered across the page. The faint marks from my childish errorβs softly pressed away. The steam from the potatoes cooking behind me has left a hazy art piece against the cold window. I read somewhere once that βa grandfather is someone with silver in his hair and gold in his heartβ. The… Continue reading Homework
My Favourite Mistake by Marian Keyes
The storyline of this book was everything I love in a feel good book; fun, humorous, sad and even quite relatable in some parts. I thoroughly enjoyed it and actually felt a bit of a lull when it was over! I am a busy mum of four who works full time so prioritising when I… Continue reading My Favourite Mistake by Marian Keyes
Her lifeline
She knows when he is nearby. She doesnβt have to hear him or see him. There is that fresh fragrance with a hint of deep, strong wooden undertones. It is crisp and clean. The smell of sweet pine on a Spring day. And underneath that reoccurring yet not permanent essence is another homely aroma. So… Continue reading Her lifeline
It could be grief
βIt could be griefβ he said. βBut without death?β she replied βAnd thatβs okβ he said, βbecause grief is not just a friend of deathβ The curling of her lips drawing his hand closer to her chin, βbut one that visits at different, sometimes unexpected, stages of our lives.β βItβs ok to cry,β his fingers… Continue reading It could be grief
Dear Little One
Dear Little One, I am sorry that we are failing you. Helplessly standing at the side-lines as your world tumbles in around you. Despite the shouting and protesting from those who can see what is happening, those who can make a difference remain silent, either adamant in their support or whispering their disdain with the… Continue reading Dear Little One
All good here
βAll good hereβ comes my reply. My brain on auto-response carefully curating the short, simple reply. Just three little words. Three little words slotting into another layer of a regulated dam built to hold it all back. But thatβs not what I really meant to type. What I really wanted to say isβ¦ I miss… Continue reading All good here
Wee Bubble of Books 