Tag: Virginia Woolf

…a bunk of one’s own… A place to work.

“When I was seven, I said to my mother, may I close my door? And she said, yes, but why do you want to close your door? And I said, because I want to think. And when I was eleven, I said to my… Continue Reading “…a bunk of one’s own… A place to work.”

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Starting Over

Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over

Ailish Sinclair

Stories and photos from Scotland

Activist Poet

Poetry, essays and other musings by Cathy Standiford

Keeping the Dream

The Healing Journey and Covert Abuse

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