At what point do you fight back? When you've been hurt by someone, when they continually try to blame you for their own stupidity or error, at what point do you stop being the better person, and decide to hit back? For most of this year, I have put up with unfair and juvenile treatment… Continue reading Raising the flag of ire
Sonia placed her tightly swaddled newborn in the cot and backed out of the room. Closing the door behind her, she took a breath. She stood erect, listening for the inevitable screams. After a minute, Sonia slowly moved away. In the kitchen with the baby monitor in arm's reach, Sonia flicked on the kettle and… Continue reading Breakfast and baby (short fiction)
Last night, I caught a glimpse of a reward. A shiny, sparkly dose of achievement, pride, and gratefulness. In the often thankless labour of love called parenting, I'm taking it and basking in it. My twin boys are gearing up for secondary school in 2020 and last night they attended an interview at the school… Continue reading Labour of love
Today, I find the daily word prompt interesting for two reasons. Firstly, it makes me think of the great Aretha Franklin, who passed away yesterday. She was a powerhouse, an all-round class act, with a fabulous voice to match. The world is greater for her presence in it, and sadder for her passing. Secondly, and… Continue reading R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
So, my life has become a little hectic. I have started work. You know, a leave-the-house job, where I walk in at a mutually agreed time and stay there until a mutually agreed finish. In between those times I am at a desk tapping away. It's a great job. I am thrilled, excited and humbled.… Continue reading Back to work