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In Search Of A Hair Brush

I could hear Gill groaning, then yelping in pain from the bathroom. “Are you all right?” I yelled.

“No! I’m trying to brush my hair!” came the anguished reply. 589 more words


Poetry Prism

George Gordon, Lord Byron was born on this day ~ January 22, 1788 ~ and he has been very much on my mind since early morning. 230 more words


I Know Why

Growing up, I raised an alcoholic mother. I did my best, but often failed to keep her safe–to keep her free of angry, intoxicated hands. And I listened to her, a dutiful counselor; too bad she seldom accepted my advice. 349 more words


Lucid Moments

Mama had good days and bad days. I was grateful for the days she remembered my name, or her wedding day or any part her childhood. 940 more words

Flash Fiction

There's A Bucket In My Sink, Dear Liza, Dear Liza

Well, when Gill told me about the phenomenon of the sink bucket, it sounded like a nursery rhyme to me. It may as well have been since it, like fairy tales, makes no sense at all…or at least to a North American mind. 683 more words


Stacked fishtail plaits with rose hair bobble

Matching hair for me and my girlie today. I do have matching sets as bundles available on my Etsy store and can custom make for you and your little one as required. 133 more words