If Memories Lived in a Bank…

  Tis a peculiar place, that where memories reside. Peculiar still that they call it a ‘bank’ when it’s really nothing of the sort. In a bank assets are stored. Neatly. Sequentially. With order and reason. One may consciously choose to select a memory at any given time, to access that data, analyse it, delete … Continue reading If Memories Lived in a Bank…

Motherhood:

A twisting turning, (occasionally) turbulent journey, one may suddenly find oneself embarking on; whereby a soul with unknown intent or forces incarnates into a tiny body, that we carry for a period of 9 months, (and worry about for the rest of our lives.) And though it is often the fathers, whom are invited to … Continue reading Motherhood: