Yesterday I took it off the shelf in my bedroom from its place of honour. I sat on the floor holding it tenderly in my hands remembering the time I sat outside the city gates dirty and broken while you passed by gathering your skirts so nothing of you would come in contact with who... Continue Reading →

Write What You KNow

They say “write what you know”.  And I am. There is so much more to this world, to existence than the daily things of earning a living, raising children, enjoying family and friendships. More than heartache, than the pain of our beginnings or endings. There is magic. There are women of magic; women who do... Continue Reading →

Strangling poetry

I'll be teaching a workshop at the Cuenca International Writers Conference at the end of May, titled Poetry as Story Telling.  I've been gathering bits and bobs to include in a Power Point presentation. I came across this poem by Billy Collins, and although I won't be using it for the workshop, it  made me... Continue Reading →


Life presents us with opportunities to grow. Confronts us with our own places of fear sheds light on those things we keep in shadow wanting to give us the opportunity to cheer. To cheer ourselves beyond the limitations to move us out of our comfort zone to expose us to new situations all the while... Continue Reading →

A Hunger for More

We have carried the pain of generations in our bones throughout our life the very blood, the most minuscule of particles that makes us this particular woman remembers all who went before us Too often we have pretended to be fine to please those around us to allow this world to think that everything is... Continue Reading →

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