When re-structuring your life, there comes an unavoidable point when you have to decide whether or not to carry certain elements from the past into
Category: Creative Writing
Linguistically Challenged In The Middle of the Night
03:30 and I’m awake, at my desk, and wondering why on earth I am so bloody courageous. Oh well, no use complaining about the open
On Desired Things
When I seek inspiration and soul balm I usually turn to John O’Donohue’s prayer poetry or Maya Angelou. Today, being the first of October, I
If I Could Choose A Brother
The tragedy of being an only child is that we grow up being egocentric and secretive, never learning to share our possessions and emotions with
Ego Invictus (I am Unconquerable)
Out of the night that covers me,Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul. In the fell
Little Red Riding Hood and My Path In The Wood
Looking back and all around me, I am truly grateful to belong to the generation that grew up with books, played in sandboxes, chased friends
FrogDiva Thoughts 