Domestic Violence:

The cycle of domestic violence is terrifying to live with. You can tell if the person has genuinely changed (and that it’s not just the ‘honeymoon’ or ‘hoover’ phase) because there will be remorse, they will take responsibility for their actions and there will be talk of accountability rather than blaming everything onto the victim.

 

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Mid-life:

I wish things could go back,To the way they used to be,Before I became this person,I don’t recognise anymore.Life was a sweet treat,And maybe I was in denial,About certain things,But the tomorrows,Were full of bountiful hopes,And nothing seemed insurmountable.This skeleton staff is being,Stretched too thin,And I drift into tomorrow,Like a ghost that has a dim more

I see the sadness there behind her eyes…

I see the sadness there behind her eyes,She dreams that my woundsAre her wounds and they are:The baby that I lostIs now the baby that she lost,If I could take the sorrow from her,I would do it in a heartbeat,If I could tell her that tomorrow,She’ll feel better, I would,But that would be a lie,If more

A WRITER’S DAY Journal entry; 30th October ’08

I found this journal entry yesterday, it was the last one I wrote right before I began to write my first book that was published, Oracle In The Mist: I write my morning pages (Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way) and then . . . I stare at the blank page and wait for the words more

The Naked Passport:

Oh dear, sweet Passport, Where are your stamps? I would hold you to my breast, Even in an avalanche. I finger your pages fondly, I know our time is nigh, The smell of your paper excites me, Very soon we will take flight. I sleep with you under my pillow, I carry you in my more

I miss her running monologue…

That’s right, my twelve year old daughter went back to school yesterday and I miss her! I know, I’m not supposed to say that, I’m supposed to be celebrating my freedom, right? She was here for six weeks over the summer holidays and from the moment we woke up to the moment we went to more