The Dead & Last Century’s Promise:

…Only emotionally stunted people with no self-awareness and no self-esteem save and rescue people and I didn’t just have three years of therapy and quiet contemplation to fall back into old habits. Yet, here I am throwing a life buoy into your ocean of grief and reeling you in with a fishing line tied to more

ღ♛⚜Mon Petite Chou⚜♛ღ

Listen while you read: I write this with a freshly sharpened lead, my love. I write hastily lest the moment be forgotten. I write now before my fingers seize up again. Tonight, not long ago, the wind thrashed my window and whistled around the corner of my house. All was completely calm and then suddenly

Why she loves her Bachelor(ette) Degree more than she loves you:

The homeschool journey continues …

Click on this link to read posts about our homeschool journey that date back to 2012 Why is it so hard to live in the present?   The children are older now and have jobs, homes, businesses, leases, mortgages and children of their own but not much else has changed. I took my older daughter, more

Let’s talk about feminism (the U.S. President and the environment):

Award-winning author Barbara Kingsolver And Helen Garner discusses what it’s like to be a woman who is ageing. Isn’t it tragic that so many women have been and will continue to be, the victims of circumstance? They stand in the shadow of the men who supposedly love them. In the words of Virginia Woolf in more

The Isthmus & mixed messages :)

The song of the crickets rings out when the path dips down, after the isthmus and before the southern end of the lake, and if you look up you’ll see a flock of birds overhead flying in V formation and if you look across you’ll see the baby lake birds fully grown now and with more

Journal Entry – Grace

Journal – 26th January, 2018 He took me to Berwick Botanical Gardens this morning. We stood gazing at the scene at the lake both completely immersed in a world of our own but also of each other. We agreed a short story could be written and also a canvas painted from our vantage point: GRACE more

Journal Entry – Mermaid

THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS COARSE LANGUAGE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU.   14th February, 2018 – MERMAID at Cape Patterson   I looked back to the rock shelf I’d been sitting on from 50 meters away, 100 meters, 250 meters and each time thought the same thing: my clothes were the exact colour more

She Was My Home:

  Every rickety stair that almost crumbled beneath me, Every loose stone on the cobbled path that made me lose my footing, The spikes & pikes threatening to kill me if I made one wrong move, The disappearing columns I had to jump that shot straight down to hell, All of the wet black caverns more

GYPSY DREAMING

Listen while you read: I want to live in Tanjil Bren, I’d flit among the coy blue wren, Birds and butterflies would abound, And I’d feel at peace in my hometown.   I want to live in Claire de Lune, But if I can’t then Ruby will do, Quaint little towns with pretty girl’s names, more