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Bibliotherapy

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Poetry Sunday – Middle Class Housewife

This then is your life A fully fledged stay at home wife, How comfy, how warm, Central heating at the stretch of an arm. How marvellous, how quick, The washing's done at the flick of a switch. How understanding, how undemanding This then is your life A fully fledged stay at home wife, How comfy, how warm, Central heating at the stretch of an arm. How marvellous, how quick, Th[...]

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Poetry Sunday – Domesticity

Domesticity Some days I could burn bookshelves, carve weapons from the wreckage, drive fearlessly past dogs and bandits. I could rocket through towns of dust. I could destroy the sheriff's good name. Then night slips around me and the bedroom is lit with a strand of small lights. My body admits to calm. I am the same size, but still. Outside an owl calls evenly across t[...]

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The Awakening of Miss Prim

  I really, really hate it when I read a book I read and adore turns out to be one that a number of people have frowned upon. One does so hate the frowny faces of the literary superior who fail to see the charm in a book and instead prefer to spread their frowny insults all over Amazon. And so it was with The Awakening of Miss Prim. Though I do not like owning up to choosing[...]

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Waking Up In Winter

  Some books are like conversations with long-lost friends. And so it was with Waking Up in Winter by Cheryl Richardson, a diary of middle-aged vulnerability, grief, doubt and joy. A peek into what it is to question everything: who you are, what you meant for, your most meaningful relationship, and your place in a world that has come to depend upon your voice, when you no longe[...]