With each passing year and the closer it is to Christmas Day, the more I notice so many lonely souls. People who will be spending the festive days alone. Families that are separated by distance, divorce or death. Folks who are emotionally and mentally struggling. Meanwhile, we are inundated with …
Dear Grandfather, I found that bizarre, writing that salutation, as I had not ever before thought whether I would call you Grandfather, Granddad, Pa or what our name for you would have been. It seems ‘bizarre’ is a theme that resonates with you. I, being fifty years of age before …
I am back! It has been some time since I last published my thoughts or a story on here. In my absence, wasn’t it fantastic to read the words of my Guest Writer, Shirl Crimmins Smith? If you missed her Short Story or would like to read it again, you …
Introducing my third Guest Writer for 2019 – my lovely American friend, Shirl Crimmins Smith. Read on to discover the creative writing journey Shirl is on and her Short Story she has written just for us. about shirl Crimmins smith My story begins as the third of nine children born …
At the forefront of my mind this past week, has been a reflection on circumstances, life and my journey. A change in my world, that utterly rocked me, was in part, the trigger for this inundating contemplation. Whilst this period of reflection, has been quite involved, it reminded me of …
This week, my thoughts have turned to how one love can trump another. My passion is Mumma Sue’s View and creative writing. I think about it as soon as I wake, all day long and before I fall asleep. Constantly, I am thinking about the now and the future, in …
Dear Diary, Today is shit!!! I mean, the weather is okay and all. So maybe because the sun is shining, the day might miraculously turn out okay. The thing is, I feel like shit, messed up, depleted, tired, numb, uncomfortable. It is hard to even think properly. I swear my body …
This worsening drought that we are experiencing throughout the country is harrowing. People and animals are suffering. Many times, I see that the small things do count. They can make the difference between folks crumbling under the sheer weight of stress or seeing a flicker of hope that tomorrow could …
There he stood, silent and still, silhouetted against the golden sunset. The softening warmth of the day lending way to the crisp evening air. His tall, lean figure looked so fine against the late afternoon backdrop beyond the mountain. Gazing over the flowing landscape that Sarah discerned went on for …
Why is it that some communities do not celebrate aging? This question crossed my mind recently after hearing two young children talking. The elder of the two, was telling the other, that he shouldn’t ask someone’s age as it is rude. I remember being told as a child it was …
