Solitary. Survival. Substitute .Continue reading “Boarding School Fears”
Cocooned. Caged. Castaway.Continue reading “Understanding Childhood Fears”
Flat. Featureless. Unfathomable.
So began the shape of danger which morphed over the years into different, more recognisable forms. My bogeyman became variously a thief, a rogue, a soldier, a natural disaster; a noxious substance and then a malaise of the heart.
Ordinary, just ordinary she was …
… except to me
The mist has rolled in, silent and insistent. It’s crept under locked doors and into private spaces, obscuring what was.
Spending time with my elderly parents is more adrenaline pumping than a roller coaster ride.
It’s a measure of the greatest sister in the world, that she should get up at 4am on her day off … just for me.
Sandwiched between every airport goodbye and hello are millions of family members who cope with living apart.
She had an open plan living area that welcomed you into her bosom; wrapped arms around you and smelled of the soft scent of acceptance.
Continue reading “Uncomfortable Stories”
How do you explain the horrendous to ears that don’t want to hear? You write it, make pictures of it, sing it, dance it – use all devices to connect with the emotions – to tell the stories in different ways.
Just a pile of stones pfft …
As kids we grew up in the shadow of the Korean War