sadness – Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I Didn’t see any of this Coming!

My week has ended, not with a bang but with a whimper from yours truly… Somehow,…

Growing up, I was told repeatedly that my father played the piano like a professional, describing…

Love remembered Something familiar disturbs my sleep, my thoughts Knowing is not enough to reveal all…

The same little girl stood on the corner of Swan street selling…

In a box hidden from sight My mothers love letters Have come…