Don’t Blink
But I did, and guess what? My children had grown; they were older and not so dependent on me. Months […]
Poetry
Drops of ink (tumbling walls)
Most of my inspiration comes from the people around me – friends, family – the environment I find myself in,
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‘The Other Mums’ and The Great Illusion
Welcome to the January 2014 Carnival of Natural Parenting: The More Things Stay the Same This post was written for
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The Creative Process
Welcome to the final week of the month-long Carnival of Creative Mothers to celebrate the launch of The Rainbow Way: Cultivating Creativity in the
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Autumn glow
After reading Lisa Hassan Scott’s various pieces in response to write alm’s November writing prompts I took a look at the
On Inspiration
My family and I have been on our holidays, and as usual, I’ve been busy at home with work, household
The Swing
The Swing With aching limbs and clicking joints I climb onto the swing. I push the air with straightened legs,
The power of descriptive recognition
My husband and I often have discussions about praise. He is wary of it. I don’t tend to be. I
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Poetry and play dough on Mothering Sunday
I wrote this a while ago, but (as usual) never got round to posting it up straight after. So, seeing
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Rejections, recognitions and reaffirmations…
In the past month I’ve received one rejection of a poem from a magazine editor, one acceptance of a poem
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Childhood sweetheart, oh, how you shine in this city of mine…
It was lovely to have this poem published on the Dagda Publishing website (fairly) recently, http://dagdapublishing.com/2012/12/19/childhood-sweetheart-oh-how-you-shine-in-this-city-of-mine/ since I greatly enjoyed
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GRIEF it has withered me, hollowed me out;
It is ironic that a poem of mine (a triolet) about grief is about to be published whilst I am
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