I saw her at the station Midst the ashen-faced and blue, A girl as fresh as autumn Her face, delightful view. She cried into the window… 251 more words
I feel guilty. I started reading The Kite Runner like months ago and I cannot finish it. Is it lack of time or maybe the book is not as entertaining as they have written on the cover? 225 more words
When I was a kid I remember asking my parents why, if there was a Mother’s Day and a Father’s Day, was there no Kid’s Day. 350 more words
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Someone very kindly added me to a list they had created on Twitter last night entitled ‘brilliant-mums-out-there’.
How nice I thought – even though they are only basing their analysis on my social media postings. 843 more words
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I Write because I Feel.
Do not shame me
to love you.
Do not guilt me
to be easy.
Do not begrudge me
to drink in… 60 more words
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Numerous studies have illuminated an unfortunate fact: As women are at work, eating, trying to sleep, and probably just breathing, counterproductive thoughts creep into our heads telling us to feel guilty about our very existence. 57 more words
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To the objective observer, we shared little in common. He was a full generation ahead of me. His skin was not my color. He came from a country teeming with humans. 166 more words