Just because this made me cry…………….:-) Whats interesting is comments to this video vary..I read some views from black people who focus on the word Black BUT beautiful…I didn’t I thought it was sweet , guess depends how you view it really…? Although one comment I read made me wonder same…Has that child been kept […]
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So today I spent the first few hours of the week with my Hero. You see my dearest Dad is having a little respite care in a Rest Home while my Mother, his sole carer takes a much needed break..on a cruise no less…but she does need it so I wont gripe as to how […]
Back breaking gardening today is always the time I find motivation in music…This song featured strongly during my journey and even today shows me that I did TRY and kept TRYING until I got the my goal…Love Dolly and she tells it how it is which is something I do so her music touches me […]
After a particularly stressful morning, this landed in my Inbox. Believe me when I tell you I believe in a sixth sense. It couldn’t have arrived at a better time to lift my spirits. Who sent it ? My Birth Mother sent it….:-) Original author unknown to me but actually to me it doesn’t matter. […]
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