Letter number 20 is a heartbreaking letter written by a mother to her missing daughter. As of today she is still missing. The letter is written by the writer of the blog Americana Injustica. 2014 Letters to a Ghost. I awoke this morning, chilled by the residual sweat of a nightmare…saturated by a deepened fear … More Series of Letters. Letter 20
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?
I have really tried to write today. However I have trashed it all. It’s Christmas time and I am just not able to write about anything, but the sadness I feel for my friend on the loss of her lovely son. So in order to spare you my misery I am going to do a … More More than words can ever say.
As a child I was surrounded by family. My every emotion was on display, as were the emotions of my family. It was here that I learned that words roared and shouted in an argument, lived on well after the argument ended. Gradually I began to shout less, preferring to walk away usually with the … More Keep Out.
When each of my children were born, I gave them a gift. A huge amount of thought went into this gift, and I can honestly say it meant the world to me. But to this day not one of my children, is even remotely interested in it. What was the gift? It was a song. … More “Goodbye for now, my wee small boy”.
For as long as I can remember I have been a fighter. I fought with my brothers and sisters, I fought with my parents,teachers and friends. I hated rules and conformity, I did not wish to follow a leader. When I was a teenager life was hard for me, and my family never knew. What … More I am okay.
I can remember one day whilst on holidays in Donegal, passing a church. A coffin was being wheeled out, and the only people following it, were the priest and the lady who looks after the church. No relatives, no friends. I was a teenager at the time, but I can remember being so struck, by … More I am relying on wordpress to look after me in my old age.
Throughout my life I have loved to read. The first book that really took my breath away, was “The lion, the witch and the wardrobe”. I can remember going into my brothers room when I had finished it, and saying “I can’t believe that adventure happened in just a minute in time!”. I was hooked. … More More Than Words Can Say!