About the real pain.

A missing girl is found.

I’ve learned more tolerance as I’ve grown older. Perhaps people act strangely, but lets not be too quick to judge. We do not know what they are or have been dealing with.

Could I have learned it without having had the experiences that I have had? We always hope our children will – learn without the hard knocks.

A poem of pain held within.

Article about visiting Winchester and Chawton, Hampshire, and following in the footsteps of Jane Austen and listening to the advice she has for a traumatised writer…

The story of a goldfish and the trauma he endures.

Another poem I once wrote to myself.

A Child’s view of an abusive father as she withdraws into herself.

This is written about my Grandpa who has been in and out of hospital with heart problems for years. Finally he decides its enough, he doesn’t want the operations, medications and drama of being stuck in hospital in pain anymore. He signs a “Do not Resuscitate” form. Us being selfish blamed him for our pain and loss.

Short thoughts on a flight tragically cut short – Flight AF 447.