Yes, I suffer from Tonsurephobia. To be honest, when I first came across the word Tonsurephobia, I thought it was the fear of having your tonsils out (ha, ha, ha). … Continue reading My Tonsurephobia
I spent most of my childhood wishing I was someone else. Not any particular or specific someone, just anyone other than who I really was.
Purple skirts a twirl. On pretty ballerinas, Dancing in the wind.
It’s hard to say what makes me feel loved. It’s hard for me to say it succinctly that is, but I’ll try.
The second exercise in the Sandbox Writing Challenge asks: “Do you consider yourself a balanced person?” Because I’ve struggled (really struggled) with answering this question, I’ve decided to take a … Continue reading Finding My Grey
“Getting to know me. Getting to know all about me.” Sounds like a line from a very old song. Oh, hang on a minute, that’s not right. The correct words … Continue reading A Step Into the Sandbox
Lost between the rocks, And yet, far from forgotten. Grow strong little one.
Colours flood the sky, Tendrils of dreams drift away. A new day begins.