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  • Pongs and gongs

    Pongs and gongs

    I went to a boarding school for the last two years of my schooling. I loved it. However, I think I am the only one in my year who did. One friend who I miraculously rediscovered later on in life through sheer fluke hated it especially. This friend was a stalwart supporter to me when…

  • walls

    walls

    the rain is falling on the windows we bashed through the roof it’s strange, the way you move into a house because you want to improve it. You want to buy less than best so you can do it put your stamp on it. Only, I forgot to go to the post office and here…

  • Common people

    Common people

    Write what you know…in all themagazines and blogs that’s what they are commonly given to say to those just starting out. But not me. Oh no. I was told…writing is a therapy, a relief, it’s a way to break the confines of your position, your condition. Pour it out onto the pages and feel better.…

  • Unity

    Unity

    We all have an interior monologue. Mine admittedly is no shy retiring violet. It’s always been there. Offering opinion. Asking the tricky questions. Hurmphing in the background. Saying what you want to be said but not so anybody could hear it. That’s the point.. its interior after all. As the PD progresses the symptoms become…

  • Mirror

    Mirror

    Here’s something to ponder…how much of your personality has been sacrificed on the alter of acceptance? How much did you silence your inner voice to fit in, to belong, to be liked. There’s a lot I see written recently about the pressure on the female of this,species to be liked. How our behaviours are molded…