Are there stand out moments in your life that you will never forget? A proposal, a sad goodbye, a happy result? Many memories from my past can be summed up in simple sentences which have lived on in my mind over the years. Occasionally I hear the voices of the past speak these sentences once … More My life in words.
Letter number 18 is a difficult one. It’s writer will, for obvious reasons, remain anonymous. I am sure this letter writer has taken some time to decide to publish this letter. I think it is a brave, heartfelt letter highlighting something which is still kept hidden in almost every country in the world today. To … More Series of letters. Letter 18
Today’s beautiful letter comes from the writer of the blog Fat Bottom Girl Says What. It is a beautiful letter to her Grandmother. Dear Grandma, Booker T. Booker T. That’s how you described the call of the cardinal to me. I think if it were possible for you to come back to earth in another form, … More Series of Letters. Letter 17.
As a child I only knew one girl who lived in a house where both parents worked. If I were to be honest I thought she was so unlucky, akin to an orphan. She had a minder who came to her house, but to myself and my friends we just didn’t get it. I can … More Are stay at home mothers a dying breed?
Tonight I am having serious difficulty writing my post. You may wonder is it writers block? Or have I so much I wish to write but can’t pin my thoughts down? No they are problems for another day. Tonight it would appear that I have a guest blogger who wishes to write on my blog. At … More Guest blogger for one night only.
We all have a past. Hopefully for most of us there are parts of it which when recalled still make us smile or laugh. They bring back the memory of childhood friends, or people we no longer have contact with. My last post to my brother seemed to trigger a lot of happy memories of … More Memories. What have you hidden away?
We lived in 108. A semi detached house at the top of the hill. Our road had houses on both sides, and was lined with cherry blossom trees. We were the last house on the hill. Across the road from us was an abandoned green area, of uncut grass, weeds and rapeseed. At the very … More To you little brother, my forever friend.
Letter 16 is two letters to the same person, a husband and an ex. The writer is the founder of the blog ReMemories Magazine. Letter One: To my ex, Remember this letter I wrote you (below)? No? I thought not. That’s why you’re now my ex. Signed, Liberated Previous letter: Dear husband, We’ve been through … More Series of letters. Letter 16.
This letter writer wishes to remain anonymous. The very brave and strong writer shares a lifetime of anxiety, depression and at times self harm. They write this from the viewpoint of hope. This is a quite a long letter which had me hooked from the start. It is a letter which I believe could be … More Series of letters. Letter 15
There are so many things I love about being a mom, but my favourite of all is the power I have to embarrass my children. Sometimes it takes everything within me to resist. It might be a simple “I love you” shouted in their direction, or a kiss planted at just the right wrong time. … More A hidden joy of parenting. The power to embarrass our children.
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