The Santa Claus Question

“Mummy do you think Santa’s real?”

This was the question 7YO posed for me this morning. I froze. What could I say?

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An Unexpected Inheritance

via Daily Prompt: Inheritance

When my mother died, it seemed at first that her possessions – the things she’d owned, touched, cared for – were all I had left of her. The process of emptying her house, my childhood home, meant losing her all over again, every day, in countless tiny ways. I kept as many of her possessions as I could – anything that had either sentimental or practical value – but this didn’t help. Many of the things I chose to keep had been in Mum’s possession for years and were already approaching the end of their shelf life. All too often in the last five years, the grief has hit me all over again, because something as mundane as an iron or a tupperware lunch box has finally broken beyond repair. And at the back of my mind, there has always been a secret fear: that one day I’ll have nothing left of her, nothing that she bought or owned or touched, and then she’ll really, finally be gone. Continue reading

Seven Black & White Photos in Seven Days

This is a bit of a lazy post, but I recently did that thing on Facebook where you post a new black & white photo every day for seven days. The idea was to take a photo each day of some different aspects of your life, without people or explanation. And because this blog is mainly about words, and I hardly ever share photos on here, I thought I’d bring them all together and give some of my WordPress friends an insight into my world.

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