Losing myself through reading; Finding myself through writing.
At the recent meeting of my local writers group, we were provided with the word remembering as a writing prompt. Sometimes just one word can bring a whole emotional outpouring from my pen… so here we go. An image of a woman’s hand holding a Polaroid photo with a sepia image of a grandfather holding… Continue reading Remembering
There are breadcrumbs scattered across the page. The faint marks from my childish error’s 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 “a grandfather is someone with silver in his hair and gold in his heart”. The… Continue reading Homework
Wee Bubble of Books 