I cannot wait to be Evee in my new life, and for Katie to be Katie in hers. I am ready for it now.
We are truly exhausted physically, but mentally, we are stronger and happier than ever.
It was a downward spiral of pain, and the very essence of mum singed and burnt my soul with that deep sense of loss.
Recently, I have been feeling a deep set loneliness encasing my heart, keeping her far from everyone else. Mother’s Day slowly appears in the future, and I begin to get afraid.
For those of us who have lost vibrant, courageous women, I hope this day is a little reminder that we can still celebrate them. They are all around us, and they are in you 🤍
I drew upon all my knowledge of the winds, sky, temperature, soil, watering schedule, seasonal changes, and I could not think of what could be causing her sorrows.
Betty reached into my soul and brought renewed vigour, emotions and memories out. Thank you, Tiffany McDaniel.
And here we are, with a whole life in plastic bags.
I’m a hoarder of moments, desperate to find gold in paper,
Something that I had missed before, like an echoing smile.
I walk in my loving, sweet Danse Macabre,
My fruitless attempt to make “treasure” worthwhile.
Three Lessons From Three Years of Writing 🤍