Tag: grief

Paying it Forward

When my fourth son was eleven he was a hellion. I was a solo Mum by then, working all the time – working. One day he was seen skateboarding down the hill from our house at speed, in the middle of the road, wearing… Continue Reading “Paying it Forward”

Ni Ni Mama

We all get to die. This is one of the truths we try very hard not to look in the face. In fact we will say Pass Away, or Passed or Gone. But the truth is these poor bodies we wear when we are… Continue Reading “Ni Ni Mama”

Hiding out from the Rain and the Story of Daisy’s name

And then it poured!  Isn’t this grand, I said to the animals as they stood at their doors watching the rain come down.  Sometimes on rainy days we tell each other stories.  Daisy wanted to know why she had been called Daisy.  It all… Continue Reading “Hiding out from the Rain and the Story of Daisy’s name”

Sitting in a laundry basket of wet washing – a story

Yesterday my blog reading took me from one page to another and eventually led me to one of my own stories.  I am not sure what it illustrates or why it started to peck at the inside of my head until I wrote it… Continue Reading “Sitting in a laundry basket of wet washing – a story”