I was never a Girl Guide or a Brownie, probably because I was too busy going to ballet class and piano lessons, but I loved their system of badges. You could get a badge for sewing, or first aid, or helping old ladies across the street for all I know and it was sewn on… Read More
When your husband kills himself you’re not meant to talk about it. I’m not playing by those rules. Here is my story in a short seven minute documentary.
Our breakfast was at a little cafe on Blues Point Road where we devoured our cooked meal like starving children. We smiled in secret at our recent memories, wondering again if all love stories felt as exquisitely magical as ours.
Two souls meet in the space between the sky and the heavens, between sleeping and waking.
I write my own story. I am not a supporting character in some else’s drama. I am the author and the protagonist, interpreting the actions of others into my own narrative.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhoKVRYYubw[/youtube] Sometimes I feel like Alice In a Wonderland chasing rabbits Cheshire cats and mad hatters A better world, well, it don’t really matter Well day breaks and life is as dark as the room The air is laced with sweet perfume What is it about morning light That makes everything feel alright Alright Well,… Read More