The truth is, it’s a fine line! I lived the first fifteen years of my life in fear that my step mother would assault me while I was at home and when I was at school I lived in fear that I would be teased by my peers for wearing uncool clothes or be verbally or physically attacked by the rougher kids from the other more working class estate. After I left home I spent seven years with no fixed...
Yes, I feel your presence my old friend, your unsought company prevails despite my requests to walk this path alone. Perhaps you know best? For a while now you have no longer led, you no longer walk beside me but instead linger in the shadows bringing up the rear. When I glance over my shoulder I can see the echo of your icy presence, where you stood moments before as you weave your illusive dance, slinking behind tree and rock....
Today I spoke to the secondary pupils at Maple Hayes Hall Dyslexia School. The title of my talk was: 'It's not what happens but how we choose to respond that counts.' I wanted them to know that despite (and perhaps because) of their challenges with reading and writing etc they can still lead happy, loved and successful lives. Thank you Jackie Tweedie for your repeated requests to the head teacher to get me in to talk. It's hard to say...
As I headed out for my morning walk today I walked past a mother with two toddlers. One was in his push chair and as I walked past he kept shouting ‘Hiya’ to me. I turned round and waved to him and his little voice kept chirping out ‘Hi’ as I walked into the distance. I was aware that his mother didn’t reprimand him and that it was mutually considered to be cute and acceptable. This led me to wondering...
