One thing that I do a lot is to think of my Mum. She should have had so many more opportunities in life but she didn't because of ill health. However, she always encouraged myself and my sister to be ourselves. I didn't deal with that too well when I was younger but the hindsight afforded to age and experience is amazing, isn't it? What you may not know is that Mum was a writer. Not a published writer, but she had potential. She tended to use her writing skills to enter competitions, write greetings cards inserts and create personal poems for special occasions. Because I was feeling a bit lost this week, I went upstairs to a drawer under my bed where I keep all my 'special treasures' and pulled out a folder where I have stored of some of her unfinished pieces. I found this ( unedited ): If my father had been a more forceful character I would have entered this world as Arlene or Dolores, his favourite names at that time. Thankfu...
... blogging my guts out