Forgive me if I fail to do our story justice, if I stumble and fall. It is difficult to speak of you without tears. How can I ever forget your pain? Now we only meet in dreams, on a bed of … [Read more...]
Life and death for Chicken Little
I am the youngest (by many years) in a family of five children. Mum was 42-years-old when she had me, a baby that was never planned but couldn't be helped. My nearest sibling is eight years older than … [Read more...]