If I was free to live a life, divorced from acculturation I like to imagine how things would be, as a sovereign one-woman nation If I could follow the pull of my heart, without fear of sticking out What adaptations would fall away? What unwritten rules would I flout? The first to go would be … Continue reading Wild and Free
The one that has it all
All of my pages, blog posts, rhymes and short stories in chronological order, newest to oldest. Peruse at your leisure.
Is there a grown up in the room?! Parenting through the transition to high school
As anyone who has felt the stamped foot of their petulant inner child can attest, being a grown-up is more a fluid state than a definitive destination. The more unresolved issues we keep inside from our childhood (and I’m not necessarily talking ‘big’ issues, things we deem insignificant can still push those buttons, raise those … Continue reading Is there a grown up in the room?! Parenting through the transition to high school
The Start of a Beetleful Friendship
Upon an ambling walk I spied a beetle on its backIts shell was iridescent, shining shades of blue and blackI reached to turn it over, and help it on its way‘STOP!’ the beetle shouted, imagine my dismayI want to help, oh little one, I reasoned earnestlyLet me put you on your feet, soon you can … Continue reading The Start of a Beetleful Friendship
Same Old Story
My husband found these crumpled and torn bits of newspaper from 1979 under a floorboard today. The words that jumped out at me were ‘torture,’ ‘attack’ and ‘terrorists.’ It seems some things really don’t change, unfortunately.
Roller Skating as a Microcosm of Life
So my kids have taken up roller skating, which means I have also taken up roller skating. My daughter actually showed an interest in it a few years ago. We went out and bought skates, went to the local rink a few times, she grew out of her skates not long after she fell out … Continue reading Roller Skating as a Microcosm of Life
The Hat That Fits
I reached the age of thirty-three and there began to fret For all around had found their hats, I didn’t have mine yet I’d tried many on for size, but none had stood the test of time I prayed to the Gods and the Universe: send me the hat that is mine! The years ticked … Continue reading The Hat That Fits
Twins with Different Skins: Race, Ethnicity and Family Lineage
I've been looking for a platform for a while to share a very personal story. This week I have been lucky enough to feature as a contributing writer on WrongSpeak publishing, by author Adam B. Coleman. I first published a version of this story anonymously some time ago. As a beginner blogger, I was too … Continue reading Twins with Different Skins: Race, Ethnicity and Family Lineage
The Metaphorical Oracle
I usually post a new rhyme on Sunday's, but this week I must confess to enjoying myself too much and writing too little. I've been spending a couple of days away with my husband. We've been mountain climbing - three peaks in a day! Okay, one was more of a gentle ascent, but my screaming … Continue reading The Metaphorical Oracle
Dad always said
His Dad always said if there was a zombie apocalypse he’d be the first one to die. ‘You’re too bloody nice,’ he’d say, in a way that made nice sound like something he’d stepped in. Well, it might not be a zombie apocalypse, but this world was ending, and he was still very much in … Continue reading Dad always said
Metamorphosis
The caterpillar could see the future, her world looked fresh and bright Heart full to the brim with optimism, dreams within her sights Possibility thick in the air, cocooned in a world that welcomes and warms Soon to break free of the chrysalis, ready to spread her wings transformed But tomorrow arrived on waves of … Continue reading Metamorphosis
Rae Cod’s Writing 