For many weeks I have been struggling with a poem, about my gran. The most amazing woman I know. Unfortunately, she is now a shell of the woman she was. Dementia has eaten everything that was her, away.
My little girl struggles with her social skills. She is two years old and isn’t talking. We are waiting for an appointment, for speech therapy. Three months ago she was diagnosed with Autistic Spectrum Disorder. (ASD)
Would you apply for this job? Millions of people do every day. If you are one of them this is how to survive.
Initially, when asked what my favourite thing in the world was, I would say my daughter. She will always remain my number one. Until her sister is born then she will have to share the top spot.
Editing polishes writing into something others want to read. On average it should take as long to edit a post as it does to write it.
Five years ago, I was a foster parent. It is a part of my life, I have never shared through my writing before.
