A Lady with a Pen
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Caroline Robertson's, books are beloved by both adults and children alike for their illustrations and engaging stories. She takes readers on an adventure, giving them the opportunity to explore different cultures, settings, and characters.
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Self-Care
As I immersed myself in the steaming hot, spacious standalone tub filled with bubbles, an overwhelming sense of bliss washed over me. With a glass of wine, Octavia Butler's Dawn, and a fragrant pumpkin spice candle on the bath tray before me, I knew this was exactly what I needed after a challenging day. Originally planned for appointments and work, my day took an unexpected turn when I woke up to my two sick children. Snotty noses, tears, and arguments replaced my busy schedule. It was a day filled with constant demands like "Mom, I'm hungry," "Mom, I'm thirsty," "Mom, wipe my bum," and "Mom, my legs are too tired to walk." To make matters worse, I also battled unbearable period cramps and the exhaustion of ongoing insomnia.
By A Lady with a Pen2 years ago in Filthy
Chapter 1: The Club House Encounter
I pulled up to the clubhouse. There were bars on the window and a broken fluorescent sign. There were other bikes parked on the outside, lined up in neat little rows. Their owners' prominent bearly men in leathers trusted no one would be brave enough to touch them in their stead. I parked my motorcycle outside, the scent of oil and gasoline filling my nostrils.
By A Lady with a Pen2 years ago in Chapters
The Hidden Fixer
The Hidden Fixer Can adults hide under the bed too? I yearn to escape, to retreat, or simply vanish from existence. The thought of not being a concern to anyone consumes me. If only I could disappear without a trace, leaving behind the burdens that weigh me down. Since childhood, whenever I made mistakes, an overwhelming urge to hide beneath my bed would take hold of me. In those moments, I longed to shrink myself into insignificance, to become invisible to the world. I desired to block out my senses, to be enveloped in darkness and white noise, where the chaos of life couldn't reach me. The weight of expectations and judgments, both external and self-imposed, suffocates me, urging me to seek refuge in solitude.
By A Lady with a Pen2 years ago in Confessions
Welcome Home
Welcome Home "Ashley's culinary skills meet her sensual dance moves" I'm dancing in the kitchen, as I do every day at this time, while I prepare a healthy meal for our family. I'm making your favourite sweet and sour meatballs using my great aunt's recipe today.
By A Lady with a Pen2 years ago in Filthy
