Happy 200th birthday to Emily Bronté

Click here to listen to a wonderful interview about Emily, and of course Kate Bush gets a mention. Apparently, Emily was “chronically shy, anti-social and kept to herself”. Why doesn’t that surprise me? 🙂

A Brush With The Patriarchy: how to convert a travel diary into a personal essay

Listen while you read. This is the diary and personal essay of a woman’s personal journey of self-discovery and self-revelation in nature that leads her from the brink of domestic abuse and back to the safe harbour of liberated literatist. Grab a cup of coffee as this is very long. The essay follows after the more

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

Can you really understand someone by watching a handful of videos of their life?

The first 21 years of my life… The pre-baby years The babies, starting at the most recent addition to our family and going backward. Keep in mind I only had three minutes otherwise there might have been hundreds of photos of my beautiful babies 🙂 Published children’s book author – what a journey. The single more

Persephone & Hades

Although he took, My purity & innocence, When my Hades came for me, No-one knows this, But I followed him willingly. He took advantage, Of my gullibility & naivety, When I frolicked through, The pasture of flowers, To introduce myself to him, oh so shyly. No-one knows that, All alone at night I yearned, In more

Persephone – Prelude

We begin the descent, he & I, It’s always around 2am that he enters, My sleep induced, unconscious mind, In the Under-World, there’s no such thing, As Spring flowers, Wedding showers, Birds of bower. He brings me here to witness; The dark sky rumbling, The masculine electricity pulsating, The mountain of ashes that hides the more

She Sleeps With The Light On…

. . . Just in case, The night is still, There’s not a sound, Except the rumbling of a distant truck, Which propels her into a memory; It was of the time when she had her babies, A marriage bed full of passion, youth & hope, It was a time long before these lean times. more