Your ascension into heaven's bliss shortly after suckling at the bosom, drowned my belief in a supernatural being that gives to those who ask. Author's note: There is no template for grieving.

Dear Daughter

Your toddler is smarter than you know. Mine never ceases to amaze me. Her display of intelligence makes me smile. She comes into the kitchen when I'm cooking, she stands and observes. If she sees me break eggs into a bowl, she would open the kitchen cupboard, take out the spatula(flipper), and hand it to … Continue reading Dear Daughter

Dream on

Mum was (still is) partial to Elizabeth Arden’s Red Door perfume. Its sensuous blend of rich floral and fruity notes always announced her presence.