Wot The Folk?

I Never Held Her Hand Again

She meant it nicely, she was kind but I felt embarrassed and a little guilty.

As I listened to the vicar praying we came to a stop, and the ice cracked.

I'm not sure I have ever loved anyone in the way I do The Nana.

But it does determine whether you get to be a mum, or not.

There's a lot to be gained from the simple act of being understood by someone.

What I would want most, is a day back with my dad, just me and him.

Perhaps I was open to his advice because the decency he’d shown me had quickly built trust.

When we’re brave enough to share when things have gone wrong, we can learn so much more.

There was definitely a time when I did hate him, but I hated myself too.