I walked towards a boy with what seemed to be the boy’s father. “Excuse me.” I said to the boy. “Can you take a picture of me in front of this wall right here?” “Do you want me to take the picture instead?” The man asked me, reaching for my phone. “No, thank you.” I [...]
I sat down by the blocks and began to play with it. It was something that I could do while I waited for the therapy session to begin. I curled my lips into a smile as I fit all of the pieces together. A tall brunette haired woman walked into the room as I felt [...]
Photo from Wikimedia You were an English boy In the Scottish breeze And it feels like home. When fireworks blossomed On the purple, blue sky, It's such a beautiful night With you!
When I was in Wales, I used to pick white dandelions off the grass and blow on them. Pretty much the highlight of my day every summer that I spend sitting down on the grass during lunch at a Protestant school. I could still remember the Welsh breeze that feels like home. Twelve years old, [...]
I was listening to Taylor Swift the other day when I reminded myself about my love for Shakespeare and the music of ABBA. Two of the most important things that sums up what it's like for me to grow up in the UK. I grew up in a small town called Abergavenny. Everything was only [...]