Ode to Ethel

A single mum for years, you made my clothes,
You were a newly wed at fifty, I came on your honeymoon,
I was a teenager of the sixties, you didn’t understand,
But you tried,

When I was fifteen I persuaded you to take me to Italy, what fun we had,
When I was seventeen you taught me to drive, not an easy task.
You taught me to cook, to love and to forgive,
I was a handful mam, a new generation,

You came and stayed with me in Germany, when I had my child,
How you loved Joanna, and nursed her to let me sleep,
You crossed the Atlantic when we moved to America, you were in your eighties,
I never saw you again alive, but I tried,

In 2002 I flew to England, you hadn’t long to go,
Alzheimer’s had you in its grip, and you weren’t well,
I missed you by a couple of hours, but I’m sure you knew I was there,
I still miss you mam,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aging the Write Way

Growing old

As I went to put the carton of milk in the oven this morning, and the croissants in the fridge to warm, I thought about my mum and laughed. Yes, I’ve become her. I used to make fun of her all of the time for doing these things. When I was in my teens and twenties, I thought I’d be young forever. Little did I know how quickly those years would pass. Old age creeps up quickly. Everyone seems to be younger than me now. I’m not quite sixty yet, but very close.

Nothing can slow down aging, its part of life, but life doesn’t have to slow down because of it. I’ve been writing since I was eleven or twelve. My head is full of stories.  Every single day is an adventure to me. The older I get, the more important, its become to share my adventures. Some will make you laugh, others, well you’ll think I’m crazy. There’s one thing for sure, I’m not going to keep them locked in my brain until I die, I’m aging the write way!

 

Dead of July is the my first novel. I published it 2013. It took a couple of years to write, and another year to edit and perfect. Give it a try. Its based on real events that happened to me when I was in my early twenties. 

Happy Mothers Day Mam – I know you’re watching over me.

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A very long time ago, but really only yesterday, I was a child,

You watched over me mam,

I was a teenage rebel, if there was trouble, I found it,

But you watched over me mam.

You raised me single-handedly when you fled the violent man who hurt you,

You watched over me mam,

You found a good man to love us both, we survived, and thrived,

You watched over me mam.

And now I live in a different country, far away, with a family of my own, and a grown up daughter,

I watch over her mam,

There’s a chair on my porch, and I sit there and talk to you, I know you hear me,

Because you’re still watching over me mam.

Happy Mothers Day – I love you. You’re in heaven now, but I don’t miss you because you’re here watching over me Mam!

Dance like there’s no tomorrow!

I was in my mid twenties and a young wife. My husband was in the British Army and we lived in Dorset, far away from my parents, who lived in North Yorkshire. We always travelled home for Christmas, which made my mum extremely happy, but I didn’t realize how happy….until I saw her dance. It was Christmas day, and she was in the kitchen preparing the Christmas Feast. The radio was on and she didn’t hear me open the door. I’ll never ever forget the look of sheer happiness on her face as she danced to a tune I can’t remember. She twirled around the small kitchen, rocking to the beat of the song that played on the radio.

As I think about it now, it makes me emotional. My mum was 65 at the time, but danced like a teenager. She was embarrassed when she saw me watching, but it’s a site I will never forget. I miss you mum.

I wish I had a photo to share, but all I have are memories.

Tempus Fugit

 

My little girl is in the air tonight. She’s flying to Germany, the place she was born thirty years ago. Why am I crying? Maybe because I feel old!

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HOW TIME FLIES!

Celebrating a wonderful daughter

On September 30th 1984, a child was born, in the British Military Hospital of Iserlohn, Germany. My child! That was almost thirty years ago. Today we are having an early celebratory lunch because she will be spending the thirtieth anniversary of her birth in Germany where her husband is currently working. I can’t think of any place better. She may not be in Iserlohn, and the British Military Hospital may not even exist anymore, but it’s still a wonderful place to celebrate.

Happy Birthday to my beautiful daughter!

From this!

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To This!

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It’s great being a mum!

Below is a link to a story I wrote about my time in Germany before my daughter was born. I’ve been told its a fun read, it was certainly fun to write.

Dead of July – A German Ghost Story

Mothers Day in Colorado

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I won’t be sipping wine on the deck today!

Settle down with a good book on this snowy Mothers Day. ‘Dead of July’ is still on sale for $0.99! 

Tomorrow it goes back to $4.99 so take advantage and buy it today.

A PERFECT DAY TO SNUGGLE UP WITH A GOOD BOOK

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Priorities!

Mothers (me) put the kids first,

Kids put their friends first,

Husbands put their work first,

When is it my turn to be first?

 

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