Arm in Arm

All my life, I craved physical touch from my mother who was unable to give or receive comfort. When we walked arm in arm, which we often did in her later years when she was struggling, I relished the contact, but felt the weight and burden of her. In this piece of writing, I have…

Push and Pull

It was always a ‘push’ and a ‘pull’ of feelings whenever I saw my mother. I had a sense of being pushed from behind, the hand between my shoulder blades encouraging me to meet my mother face on. But the person to person encounter never happened. The other part of me (the stronger, the weaker?),…

Feeling Small

Today Blogging 101 asks us to publish a post written with our ideal reader in mind. Hmmm an interesting thought. My ideal reader is someone who is willing to engage, either through contact (liking, commenting) or who feels compelled to consider my words carefully and wonder about me and why I have written what I’ve…

Feeling apprehensive!

Hello Everyone, I’m Lyndy and this is my very first blog post. I’m feeling apprehensive because speaking out publicly and having a voice is so alien to me. This is as a direct consequence of my childhood and how I was brought up. I was ‘silenced’ and ‘squashed’ by my mother and had to carry…