I know this is not my usual Sunday night time-slot, but this is not my normal blog post. This is not the following chapter of my story that you might be waiting for (that will be here on Sunday). This is a side note, a sentence hastily written between pages that turned into a fully …
Memories of a fostered child
My years in foster care are a bit of a blur. I genuinely struggle to put a time frame on it all so forgive me if my blog post today feels disjointed at all. It's just the way my memories flow. If I had to estimate, I'd say I was in each 'main' home for …
My Mother
I wanted to write an introduction to my Mother today (my mam, my mammy, my blood) She was an amazing woman. She taught me a lot. She made me laugh. I remember once, my sister asked for shelves in her bedroom- a few days later she got home to a full bench stuck to her …
Self Preservation to Self Love 