Little legacy is a remembrance project , a positive and creative space, to celebrate small things handed down by predecessors. I’ve been really inspired lately by Penny’s posts (Alexander Residence,) in her Little Legacy series. It’s about sharing little nuggets of wisdom that have been passed down to us by lost loved ones. Memories that we have forgotten for a […]
I don’t put my heart on the line over Twitter or Facebook. Or ever really. I’m a pretty private person … oh and I like to think of myself as a bit of a ‘double-hard bastard.’ (Fans of Game On will hopefully get that reference.) I don’t tell all and sundry when I’m feeling […]
My mum died six years ago today. For the first time since she died, I actually feel OK. And by ‘OK’ I don’t mean it doesn’t hurt, or I haven’t thought about her today, or I haven’t put orange tulips by her gravestone, or I haven’t cried in the bathroom when my boys weren’t looking […]
New post featuring at ‘In The Powder Room‘ today … click here to read.
Inspiration for blog posts comes in all forms. Seeing a photo; overhearing a conversation; watching the news. Endless possibilities. Yesterday, I posted a very personal photo on WitWitWoo and was so touched by everyone’s comments on my Silent Sunday photo, I felt the need to write a blog post about it today. I know we’re […]
This is my first offering to The Gallery. For those who won’t know what The Gallery is, it’s run by the wonderful Tara Cain over at Sticky Fingers. Every week a new theme is offered and people are invited to post their favourite photo and explain how it relates to that particular theme. There are some amazing photos and equally inspiring […]
I have really strange dreams. Dreams where I’m She-Ra, dreams where I’ve won the lottery, where I’m a bodybuilder, where I live in the Hebrides … and also a lot of dreams where my Mum is still alive. They’re not morbid. They’re comforting. According to psychologists’ books, I should have moved past this phase […]
My eldest said to me yesterday, “have you spoken to Nanny lately?” and for a split second, I had to stop and think. That split second of doubt is still there after all this time. But he had meant, had I gone to her grave. “No love, not for a while,” I replied. We continued our […]