Graeme Lay on the grief caused by a pet’s death

July 19, 2021

Dearest mom❤️

July 8, 2021

Burn The Writing Oil

Wonderful you are,

With your beautiful smile,

you light me with your exuberance

and sense my sadness away a mile.

Your essence of joviality and graciousness,

Amazes me with a hint of gratefulness,

Your kindness and honesty,

Makes me wonder your mind’s philosophy.

Nevertheless of what we go through,

Know that we will always find our way,

Because I would always walk with you,

And my dearest mom, Happy Birthday!

-Aarushi Sehgal

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Love Letter to Ireland – the Gift of My Mother

July 6, 2021
Shared by “early bird sleepy-head the world’s absolutely worst photographer”


Dear Ireland, It is not your distinct and lonesome scent of burning peat from distant cottages. Nor your fields of brilliant green. It is not the decades old waterfalls and winding rivers whose beauty inspire poets or your majestic cliffs that stand like loyal sentry men over the wild Irish Sea. It was not the magical taste of my very first ninety-nine ice cream cone with a flake bar neatly tucked atop. All of these things which you have given me I have loved. But none compare to my most prized possession. How do I thank you for the gift of a mother who almost never was?

My beautiful mother, Mary

I would start at the beginning as stories often do and tell you of a girl named Mary Foley from Cloone, Country Leitrim, tomboy by nature, explorer by heart. Who at age nine for reasons unknown, contracted Rheumatic Fever…

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Words are free

June 28, 2021

Bring life to your living!

June 19, 2021

Thanks for the follow (+ like(s)
Happy blogging/writing

“early bird (very”) c

Best wishes from the First City to see the light


Don’t worry about the world ending today

it’s already tomorrow in scenic and tranquil ‘little’ New Zealand

mini shells

Always more plants!


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“You have always written before and you will write now…” — BooKs by cRaig loCk

June 15, 2021


June 4, 2021

Creative Writing Course: How to Write Creatively: Those who can, do; those who can't, teach. Those who can’t do either (or perhaps ANYTHING) , just write” (a lot)!


Lesson 1

Hazel Lock

Colenso Rd


Cape Town


Having a boy friend who is completely mad about racing cars, all shapes and sizes and about me (only one size), I was persuaded to go with him to our local car racing event, which is held at Killarney race track, some ten miles out of Cape Town.

As he was going to assist with the spanner-holding in one of the driver’s pits, he asked me to keep a record of the lap times and to make a comprehensive chart of the results of the various races. Unfortunately, I was so captivated by the racing setting and scene that times and charts didn’t enter into the race at all and this is now the afternoon (my first visit) at the races was seen by a feminine eye.

The beautiful surrounds of…

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Flowering chives

May 24, 2021

happy blogging and all the best with your blog

> Don’t worry about the world ending today
> it’s already tomorrow in scenic and tranquil ‘little’ New Zealand


Best wishes from the First City to see the light


These chives are volunteer from last year and have put on some beautiful purple flowers

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Missing You MOM!

May 17, 2021

Hi Alu
Thanks for the follow (+ like(s)
Happy blogging/writing
“early bird (very) sleepy-head” craig

Best wishes  from the First City to see the light

Don’t worry about the world ending today

it’s already tomorrow in scenic and tranquil ‘little’ New Zealand


It’s been 9 years since my mom left. I didn’t remember my mother after my wedding because of my wife’s love. My wife looked at me like my mother cared for me. Now my wife is not around so I feel totally isolated. Today is Mother’s Day and I’m suddenly feeling lonely. My mother died of cancer in 2012.

I still have fond memories of my mother not sleeping near me when I was sick. I had to take 3 or 4 months off from school so my mother used to sit outside the classroom and write down all my class notes. I have been fought with my mother, but my mother has stood by all my wishes. My mother was with me when I started going to the church choir. You don’t have to think that my mother likes to sing. There were 3 or 4 girls in the…

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I Always Knew You Loved Me, Mom

May 17, 2021

Mitch Teemley

(See video below)

Mom was twentywhen I was born—twenty times as old as me. But when I turned ten, I suddenly realized she was now only three times as old as me. And when I reached i-always-knew-you-loved-me_270_270twenty she would only be two times as old as me.  “Heck,” I thought, “soon she’ll be younger than me!” Yeah, I know. I sucked at math.

By the time I got to college I’d figured it out: Mom would always be exactly twenty years older than me. Period. More importantly, she would always have twenty years more life experience.

It’s like hiking with a tall friend: You come to a fork in the road, behind which is a hill obstructing your view. You can’t see what the two paths do beyond the hill, so how can you choose which one to take? You ask your tall friend who can see beyond…

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