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I didn’t always like being a girl or a young woman. Today I celebrate my journey to womanhood.

It's like, POOF, BAM, BIF, overnight your gorgeous, sweet child turns into a prickly porcupine. You go in for a hug, and get a head,...

This poem was written after Oliver James Scott Moran was stillborn 27th Feb 2021 (our 5th grandchild) Walking by the river to find my...