I don't particularly love my grandmother. My late grandmother. When she died it was exceptionally difficult.  There is a perception that you should mourn when someone dies.  And I did.  I mourned the relationship she and I had.  I mourned the relationship she and I never had. She was mentally ill for the last part … Continue reading forgive and…

There has always been something comforting about... The feeling of my fingers slipping over the angled top of my ear as I push my hair behind it. Watching ripples in the bath from the water dripping off my fingertips. Seeing the sparkle of a loved ones eye in an old photo and being able to … Continue reading something to love…

Sometimes I'm just too mad to write.  Anger is one of the few emotions that it is truly difficult for me to write through and until recently I've never really been able to figure out why. I've realized it isn't the anger that holds my tongue.  It isn't the rage that stills my words and … Continue reading hate…