The Worth Of Words

When I was growing up, I knew from a very young age that I was super sensitive. Words hurt me or built me up with incredible ease on both accounts. I would mull over what was said, trying to squeeze every inch of meaning out of the words. I would analyse until I could goContinue reading “The Worth Of Words”

And So Begins Another Chapter

It has been weeks since I have had time to write or even think very much. Holidays are good in the sense that I see the children more, but it is hard work having little rest and them still so young. Today I was fortunate to have a few hours to myself while hubby tookContinue reading “And So Begins Another Chapter”

A Christmas Reflection

As the Christmas lights dim and carolling ceases, Children’s toys litter the floor in pieces – My reflective mood comes to the surface again; Time to stop and pick up the pen! I’m too old to believe in fairytale life, As I read of bushfires and growing strife, Yet there’s something that gives me hopeContinue reading “A Christmas Reflection”