Tammy Wakeford
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Mother to a teenager, three cats and a dog. I nurse by day; but writing is where my heart truly lives.
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Stories (16/0)
I Want You to Fly
From the moment they are born, our children become a lesson in selflessness; in altruism; in unconditional love. Every moment becomes a memory. Every lesson becomes a legacy. Every step forward an investment for the future. Despite any hidden desire to always want to keep them close and to never have to let them go, as parents we understand profoundly that ultimately our gift to them is to raise a confident, self-assured person, who is able to venture forward on their own breathtaking adventure called life. You resign yourself to this bitter-sweet task. You are proud. You are in awe. You love that this is your most exquisite achievement. Yet, in all of that, the truth that you know, is that it hurts! It was always part of the calling; but you would not have it any other way and would do it all again in a heartbeat. This is love.
By Tammy Wakeford2 months ago in Poets
- Top Story - September 2023
Calloused StreetsTop Story - September 2023
Placing the tip of his finger in behind his ankle, pushing between ice cold, calloused skin and soft, almost wisp-like leather, he feels the edge of the paper money placed gratefully there this morning. Still there! He calms somewhat; knowing it will sustain him until next time.
By Tammy Wakeford4 months ago in Poets
Bled
Chapter 1 There werenβt always dragons in the valley; that was until the men opened up the ground. Disturbing it; ripping it; scarring it. Digging that deeply exposed its secrets. Thatβs what we believed. Lain underground as it shouldβve been for millions of years, the core now rumbled and bled β seeping, like blood, out of the abyss. From there, came a slumbering soul β menacingly dark, with an intensity, ferociousness, our men had only dared to imagine. Afterwards, we wondered if it was all too late. Never to be spoken of again, out loud that is. Still we all knew the reality; we knew what it was that weβd unleashed.
By Tammy Wakefordabout a year ago in Fiction
Get Grit Girl
Childhood memories of time spent side by side with my mother, or Mam as sheβs affectionately known to me, are warm, tender, exclusive. I was an only child until I was almost 10 years old; so I feel I had privileged time with both my parents to that end, where particularly Mam and I could bond and share special times together. I adored nothing more in the evenings, than lying with my head on her lap, where sheβd faithfully stroke my hair, rub my ears, soothe my back. There was nowhere else I ever wanted to be.
By Tammy Wakeford3 years ago in Families
This Not is for Me
My earliest recollection of Valentine's Day was a surprise card through the post. Who could this be? Nine year old me was thrilled someone had gone out of their way to notice me. Years later I realised it had been a card from a well intentioned parent. A sweet touch and a must for any child when they are growing up.
By Tammy Wakeford3 years ago in Beat
Not as Beautiful as Other Cats
When I stumbled across Lolaβs profile on a local cat rescue site in 2015, I wasnβt looking for any more cats; after all I was already adoptive parent to three others and as a family weβd vowed we didnβt have room for more animals. Still, one afternoon, with nothing better to do, a cup of tea in hand, I took, what I expected to be, a quick, innocent look through the local online animal rescue sites to see what was about. I began scrolling and within a couple of hits, I came across Lolaβs advert:
By Tammy Wakeford3 years ago in Petlife
Being Taurean'ish
Each star sign, or sun sign as it's often referred to, is said to have its blend of positive and negative traits. Each a collective, overall summary of the expected characteristics of all born under that time of the year. Nobody likes to identify with the grubby bits; always easier, reassuring even, to see yourself reflected in the happier, nicer, much more acceptable adjectives.
By Tammy Wakeford3 years ago in Futurism
