Thanks to Lisa for nominating me for the Liebster award! I think it’s a really cute idea, and this is the only post I’ve written so far which isn’t a poem, so that’s exciting. The award is supposed to be for those with under 200 followers, so I have nominated bloggers who I think have fewer than 200 followers, whose writings I enjoy!

Here are the rules:

  • Acknowledge the blog who nominated you
  • Answer the 11 questions your nominator asked
  • Nominate 11 other bloggers
  • Ask them 11 questions
  • Let them know you have nominated them

Let’s get to it, starting with Lisa’s questions!

  1. How did you become a blogger?

I like writing poems now and then but I didn’t want to pester my friends into reading them, so I thought I would put them online and hopefully strangers would read my work (and some did!).

2. What other hobbies do you have?

I love reading murder mysteries and watching true crime shows, I like to collect postcards, I enjoy singing, and I like to bake and visit museums and art galleries.

3. Would you prefer to live in another country and which?

The UK is nice but I lived in Austria last year and I would happily go back there too, it is very beautiful and full of history.

4.What sport do you prefer?

I am terrible at sport but if I had to pick one it would be running.

5. Who are the most important people in your life?

My family and my boyfriend.

6. Do you like to discuss? What about?

I have to be in the right mood for it! I think the biggest topic to debate is politics, and that can get pretty heated.

7.Do you have a pet?

I have a dog and she is such a pain, but she’s my pain and I love her very much. I also have two fish, and I used to have another dog and lots of chickens.

8. Do you have a sense of humour?

I think pretty much everyone has a sense of humour, although not everyone can laugh at themselves.

9. Are you an early riser?

Only when I have to.

10. What is your favourite meal?

Salmon and vegetable stir fry with ginger and teriyaki sauce.

11. Was the year 2017 a good one for you?

Overall, yes. I met some lovely people, visited some new countries, and ate a lot of good food. Let’s hope 2018 is even better.


Now for the 11 bloggers I nominate to receive the award, and pass it on if they wish:

The Girl with the Black Cat

Kimelene Carr


Afternoon Tea 4 Two

WCS Poetry



Bob Marshall

Introspection Connection

Poetry & Coffee

Nain Writes


Here are my 11 questions to you:

  1. Do you prefer typing or writing out by hand? Why?
  2. Is this your first blog?
  3. Which of your blog posts are you most proud of?
  4. What is your favourite place that you have only been to once?
  5. What pet peeve of yours do others not share?
  6. Which is better- a riddle or a joke?
  7. How would you rate your most recent camping experience out of 10?
  8. What is your favourite hot drink?
  9. Have you ever been to the zoo?
  10. Can you describe your time at school in 3 words?
  11. How do you feel about horror films?

I guess some of the questions are a bit out there but I hope some of you enjoy answering them and making your own post on the Liebster award! Happy blogging, everyone.


Too Young to Say Goodbye

Skin and bones under paper skin-

Ghost white, almost faintly glowing,

She scares me suddenly

With her fragility.

She looks different, somehow,

And she feels far away.

My own problems once seemed big

But they were small and unimportant.

She never wanted to be like this-

She didn’t want to lose herself,

But here we are

Listening to the same story once again.

Sometimes we laugh and in that moment we forget.

The Thing All Women Do That You Don’t Know About

Scarily spot on.

Drifting Through

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There’s this thing that happens whenever I speak about or write about women’s issues. Things like dress codes, rape culture and sexism. I get the comments: Aren’t there more important things to worry about? Is this really that big of a deal? Aren’t you being overly sensitive? Are you sure you’re being rational about this?

Every. Single. Time.

And every single time I get frustrated. Why don’t they get it?

I think I’ve figured out why.

They don’t know.

They don’t know about de-escalation. Minimizing. Quietly acquiescing.

Hell, even though women live it, we are not always aware of it. But we have all done it.

We have all learned, either by instinct or by trial and error, how to minimize a situation that makes us uncomfortable. How to avoid angering a man or endangering ourselves. We have all, on many occasions, ignored an offensive comment. We’ve all…

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There was never a moment when I thought

You would hurt me

Which makes me feel like my brain was missing

When I look back

The same flashes in my mind spinning like a zoetrope

I forgot to think

I forgot how to think

Because my mind was full of you

And how you made me feel

Nearly every waking moment

Nobody knows what is inside the minds of others

No matter how close we feel to them

We don’t know what’s inside ourselves

And you didn’t believe we should be together

You told me that

I didn’t listen because that wasn’t what I wanted to hear

I made myself blind, deaf to reality

And constructed a cocoon in which I wrapped myself

Unwilling to face the world without you

Because at times you made me feel

Like I deserved to be happy.


There were lavender bushes across the entrance to her college

With grey stone steps up the middle.

She traced the bushes with both hands whenever she went in,

sometimes breaking the soft green stems or crumbling the flowers

Between her fingers as she ascended.

In the garden she walked by in the afternoons was another bush,

A different type, with the flowers on top of the spikes.

Her brother would ignore it, full of chatter as they went together to the play park

Yet a sudden interest would spark on the way back

As he tried to delay going home

And he would stare avidly at the bees bustling about near his nose.

One winter their Dad spent a month in Provence,

Missing both their birthdays which fell eight years and six days apart.

When he came back he gave her a thick glass bottle  of lavender oil

Which she sprinkled on her pillow some nights

To soothe her, then on her wrists some days

To remind her of who she was.

One day she made a lavender tart from a stained French recipe book,

Doubling her ingredients so that she used up all the eggs

But the tart was too strong and bitter

Because she used dried lavender instead of the fresh sprigs she saw every day.


I like to scare myself

So I go to zoo reptile houses and put my face close to the glass tanks

I can hardly breathe as I gaze inside

Not knowing where the snakes are hiding,

Although I suspect they are coiled around branches or pooled into spirals.

Then I spy them, one by one: a tail dangles from the foliage,

A head pokes out of a hollow log

And it is a relief to know where the snakes are and that they cannot touch me.

I like to scare myself

So I swim out into the ocean as far as I can

Until I can barely see the shoreline and I cannot feel my wrinkled toes.

Sometimes the water is cold and murky,

Sometimes it reflects the sky

As I return to the beach slowly, tired by my exertions.

Feeling weak and heavy, before I reach halfway back

I begin to fear I will sink and drown

And it is a great relief when I stagger onto solid ground, pressing smooth pebbles down with my feet.

I like to scare myself

So I lie on the floor at night next to my bed and think of my small regrets:

The times I have not told my friends how I really felt,

When I refused to continue my piano lessons any longer,

Scowling in every photo from the ages of eight to eleven,

And staying indoors too often.

It is harder to find relief, but I tell myself until I drift into sleep

That I will not repeat those mistakes;

For there are new ones to be made.