Originally posted on Interesting Literature:
When she died in 1848, aged just 30, Emily Brontë had written just one novel, Wuthering Heights. Of course, that novel was a classic and remains one of the most popular and widely read Victorian…
Originally posted on Irina's Poetry Corner:
2015 is the ANZAC Centenary year, so I’ve chosen for this post fresh, crunchy, delicious and nutritious ANZAC Biscuits, sent by mothers, sisters, wives and sweethearts to soldiers in WWI. They were all…
Originally posted on Irina's Poetry Corner:
~ I wrote this poem in 2013, I think, and my Facebook friend Ag Nes created this digital photo. * Citizenship ceremonies will be held all over Australia today. People will celebrate in…
Originally posted on whatcherylsaid…:
We’re so busy waiting for someone to love us that we’ve forgotten about the one person we need to love first—ourselves. The most important decision of your life, the one that will affect every other decision…
Originally posted on whatcherylsaid…:
We must accept infinite disappointment but never lose infinite hope. Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot…
Originally posted on Welcome to Avalon:
Hello all, readers, minions, assorted others. Today I come to you on bended knee asking for your support. I have two requests, one for votes and one for social media support of a Thunderclap.…
Originally posted on Millie Thom:
I’d intended to include this section in my post about the history of Christmas carols yesterday, but decided against it when I realised I had more to write about than was wise for a single…
❤ ❤ A Mother’s love and care The string of life it holds Rife in nature everywhere A Mother’s love and care The child’s path does patiently prepare Gently guiding as young life unfolds A Mother’s love and care … Continue reading
Originally posted on Welcome to Avalon:
Heroes Dream of faraway mountains wild and warriors, whose hearts beat sound, the sweet laugh of a grateful child. Remember not the bloody ground or your lifeless friends that surround. The ghost of years,…
Originally posted on whatcherylsaid…:
Your children’s failures are not your failures. For some reason, mothers believe everything the children do is a reflection on their motherhood. A mother can be totally devoted, always present, giving her very best, and have…
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