A New Day

Shrieks and laughter fill the air. Children run screaming past one another without a care in the world. Backpacks are scattered on the groun...

With a siren in the not too far distance, the school bell rang. I thought nothing of it, although the bell seemed to be early. A quick look ...

Now though, I sat in front of hundreds of nervous pupils as they received their marks. I was at the end of a line of  the school’s twelve te...

Somehow I ended up sitting at the head table with all of the teachers, and Head Master. A sea of little black faces looked towards me, liste...

I have been having a bit of a mental block recently. I have opened my blog up, looked at it blankly and moved onto checking emails, FB, work...

I really shouldn't delve into this again. It will probably just get my feathers all rustled again, but... In blogland people often share...

I am so spent. gritty eyes not willing  to look forth into  the day any more. how many years  until I can do the fist pump to the bus stop ...

Tis Monday; Monday September 6th or Labour Day in North America. One day before Tuesday September 7th or the first day of school for my babi...

   I have just come across  from my writing course. I am taking a digital  writing course that offers suggestions as to how to promote mysel...

   The day winds down and it was good. Somewhat a surprise, as there was not a huge game plan in place at the beginning of the day. Even mor...