Where do you stand on poetry? Love it, loathe it, or not really fussed?

Mothers always make things right, don't they? I cannot do this though, I have no answers and no way to make everything okay.

As a writer, I spend a lot of time in contemplation - sometimes if I am honest, it tips from contemplation into overthinking.

This week, I dug out a blog post that I wrote about my Dad a couple of year's ago. He's been on my mind a lot recently. Memories of him...