“It could be grief” he said. “But without death?” she replied “And that’s ok” he said, “because grief is not just a friend of death” The curling of her lips drawing his hand closer to her chin, “but one that visits at different, sometimes unexpected, stages of our lives.” “It’s ok to cry,” his fingers… Continue reading It could be grief
Tag: writing
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
“All good here” 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 that’s not what I really meant to type. What I really wanted to say is… I miss… Continue reading All good here
Ugly Journaling
Ugly journaling… 5 stars - highly recommend!! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ I have always been a strong advocate for writing things down, getting your feelings out of your head and onto a piece of paper - especially if you can’t speak about them. I encourage the kids to do it all the time, and I have done it… Continue reading Ugly Journaling
You Killed Me First by John Marrs
From reading online reviews, I think I am probably falling at the less popular end of the spectrum. As someone who loves to write and dreams of someday being published, I find it hard to critique other writers work if it involves any negativity at all. I can think it but I don’t want to… Continue reading You Killed Me First by John Marrs
Broken Soles
“Not even a kiss goodbye” my lips coyly poised as he leaned forward and took hold of the handle. The heat of his breath intimate against my face. The door opened out onto a gravel yard. A pathway made by the back and forth tracking of different comers and goers lay ahead. “Happy Valentine’s Day”… Continue reading Broken Soles
Wee Bubble of Books 