Doors #SOCS

A door closed today. Hope flared, like a match flaming in the darkness and then dying too soon, leaving only the imprint of its brief light, burning on closed eyelids. The door is closed. I reached out my hand to try the handle and found it locked, from the other side. In my heart, my …

Leaving Tom’s Midnight Garden

thoughts on moving house

All that Glitters isn’t (Abba) Gold… #SLS

I happened to mention to Helen today that my kids' favourite songs to sing along to at the moment happen to include Abba, and that made me think of this particular song for this week's #SLS prompt - phones/phone calls.  7YO is obsessed with Abba currently. Her favourite movie is Mamma Mia, and we listen …

One last message #TwitteringTale70

If you find this, please try to understand. I know I said meet me here in a month’s time. But I just can’t. Too much has happened. I’ll never forget you, but this has to be goodbye. 182 characters. Written for Kat's weekly Twittering Tales challenge  

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 2/4/18

I normally try and take part in this weekly music fest, but this week – with a house move and job change imminent, I just couldn’t summon up the inspiration. So the least I can do is reblog to share the joy of Song Lyric Sunday with my own little following!

This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time

I think I’ve mentioned before that my hubby is Persian, which of course means that we struggle sometimes with cultural differences.  One thing in their culture that I don’t really understand is this weird thing where they say something to be nice, but they don’t really mean it.  When my father-in-law was staying with us, he would tell me that he didn’t want any dinner.  I would take him at his word and not fix him anything.  Then, when my hubby would ask him, he would say he was starving.

It was frustrating and I tried to tell him that he just needs to tell me the truth because I will take him at his word.  It never really worked out that way.  I still took everything he said literally, but I let the hubby handle his dinner and things like that.  Or, I would just make him something and…

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Writing With No Foundations

no planning, no drafting, just creating a structure on the surface of the page without my usual careful digging of foundations...