Telling You Now, I Probably Won’t Stick To It…

Please don’t look back to check when I last wrote here, as it was months ago and I made a decision that I would write at least a new blog post once a month. I failed in that. Plus the only reason it hasn’t happened is I am a master of procrastination when it comes

Welcome back, Mary!

Where do I start? I had the best of intentions to write a post every Monday for months past. Yet the day came and went and then I left it so long, I’m embarrassed to be actually posting this. But I have always believed in biting the bullet no matter what has gone before. I

This is My (Writing) Story

When I left home at 18, I wrote to my Nana, reams of pages in each letter. Every detail was included, nothing left out. I married at 21, and then wrote pages and pages of letters to family who lived abroad. I had my first child at 23, so my twenties were given to having

Vision Boards and Garth Brooks

While I was chatting with a close friend of mine, we were discussing our goals for this year. Stuff we really wanted to mark off our To Do List once and for all.  So I came up with a Vision Board. A simple notice board with my goals pinned on to it. Not in a

Which Child Are You?

Lacey Taylor is the star of her own series of books, first introduced in My Husband’s Sin before moving forward in Don’t Call Me Mum. With the Lacey Taylor story due to continue in book three next year, I thought it’d be a fun and enriching experience to explore her character and her backstory in

Not Your Usual HAPPY NEW YEAR Post!

When I sat to write this post, I had no idea what I was going to say. We all know about resolutions and fresh starts and new diets but what kept playing on my mind was the word: time. I pondered on this and asked myself what the word signified for me.  Time is precious.

First Christmas Without Lillian

It’s coming close now, that time of year when carols are sung, traffic is bumper to bumper and shop queues snake all the way around the stores. Yes, it’s Christmas, when family is together and all gathered around the fireside, fed and full and all playing board games or watching a family favourite film on TV. Well, that’s what they want you to believe if the many ads are what we should go by. But the first year, after, Mum, I mean Lillian, died, Christmas was horrendous.

Men Hurt Too

Dear Readers,

Lacey is resting this week, she’s not coping very well with life at the moment, so it falls to me, her brother to write a few lines. I’m Robert, her older brother but you probably know that. She’s my baby sister, sorry, you probably know that too. At the moment all our lives are up in a heap after my mother died. Gosh how I miss her. I thought losing Dad was difficult but for some reason I thought Mum was going to last forever. Stupid, I know, I just didn’t want to lose another parent.

Finding Mum

Dear Readers,

When I lost my father, my world exploded into tiny fragments that I could never gather up again. But with time comes healing. I really thought nothing so awful in life would strike twice, but I was wrong. I found mum that day, slumped over the chair. Seeing her slouched, still, she looked so small, like she was sleeping I suppose.

My Siblings

Dear Readers,

Sitting in the garden at my parent’s house recently, I was thinking about all the fun I had as a child playing there. I have three siblings, Willow, Sally and Robert. Being the youngest in the family, they did spoil me. My brother is closest to me in age. We really had fun times, I even know the off-side rule in soccer because of him.