I feel the pull of it’s power.

I feel the urgency.

Weary invisible arms encase me.

Pulling me further into it’s embrace.

I refuse to resist, I need this.

I welcome the serenity.

My mind is dimming, slowing down.

The darkness is getting ever closer.

My eyelids draw to a close.

I breathe slowly and rhythmically.

Under its spell I go.

Under I fall.

A Mother’s Love

The moment you were born I cried

I had wished for you for so long

And there you were

Lying in my arms, expectantly

Eyes blinking, fists clenching, mouth screaming.

I breathed in your scent,

Looked into your eyes

And felt thankful that you were mine.

For a moment our eyes met and you frowned.

Did you know who I was?

Even in those few early moments?

You were so small and precious

Such a delight to behold

The love I felt was instant,

The feelings took over my soul,

But with love came worry, followed by fear

I was scared that I would let you down

Or that I would be poor at my job.

I wanted to be your mommy for so long

But what if I got it wrong?

What if you failed to flourish?

Or copied my bad habits?

What if you lived to wish for more

More than I could give.

I pushed these worries away quickly

As fast as they had came.

If I did just one thing right in my life

It would be to give you everything I had.

Your life will be amazing.

It will be worth living.

I will give you anything you need.

I will forever be your shoulder,

Forever be your guide.

I hope you have a happy life

But for the days that you are sad,

I will always be by your side

I promise to love you for as long as I breathe

My baby,

My child,

My heart,

My world

The Craving (Poem)

Why do I crave you so much,

I should resist you,

You are bad for me, they all tell me so,

I should go for something that is good,

But I see you hiding,

You are calling to me,

Tempting me,

Flaunting the way you are dressed,

You are wanting me to sin,

Trying to get me to break!

I try to stay away from you,

I should find something else,

But I feel the familiar pull,

I walk one way,

but turn and walk back towards you.

I look at you for a long time,

I remember the taste,

I know what I want,

I don’t care what they say!

Tomorrow is another day and

Weigh Day is 5 days away!

S x

Star Wars: The Last Jedi


It would be fair to say that I’m not a big fan of Star Wars in the sense that I go crazy to watch it when a new one comes out or that I could ever re-watch the films over and over again. I never wanted to be Princess Leia or play with light sabers when I was a kid (although I did have a small crush on Han Solo, I mean come on…Harrison Ford was gorgeous back in the day) but I do appreciate the work that goes into making one and as my son and husband are fans of the movie franchise then it was inevitable that we ventured to the cinema at some point to watch the new release.

So on Sunday last weekend we visited and chose an early showing of 10.05am for us to watch Star Wars: The Last Jedi. I watched the last film (The Force Awakens) in the cinema and I would be lying if I said that I hadn’t been moved by the story. Not only did my heart beat fast in the fight scenes but I also cried when Han Solo was bested and killed by his own son. And I eagerly watched to see if there was any type of connection between the heroine Rey and the old relic that was Luke Skywalker.  So a part of me really did, secretly want to watch the next instalment.


I found myself enjoying the film from the very beginning. From the ever familiar scrolling text at the beginning which gives you an update on where we are with the stories to the friendships and possible romances that were blossoming. I am a big romantic at heart so I love to see a hint of a romantic connection in near enough all films that I watch, so I lapped up the cute relationship between Finn and Rose. They’re onscreen chemistry was really believable, although part of me was routing for Finn and Rey too! But I now see that they have a relationship that was much like Luke’s and Leia’s, more like best friends/brother and sister. And with me hunting for romance everywhere, I even pictured Rey and Poe together at the end. Whilst we are on the subject, Poe is very attractive!


As with all Star Wars films there was a nice mix of violence and fight scenes with just the right amount of jokes and funny scenes. Especially between Chewbacca and these furry balls of fun, Porg’s.

They made some of the funniest scenes in the film.


The story showed us a weird connection between Rey and Kylo Ren. Through a link which was created by Snoke, his very ugly, taller than tall boss, they were able to communicate in a way that they couldn’t with anyone else. With Rey being afraid of her powers and continually worrying that she was going to be pulled over to the dark side, she thought that her way back was to convince Kylo Ren that he could be saved from the bad side. I believed her and I wanted her to save him. I wanted him to reach out and admit that he wasn’t going into the dark and although it was wrong what he did to his father, I hoped he could be reunited with his mother, Leia. But as with most Star Wars films, it doesn’t give you what you want, so I watched as battles were fought and characters were lost.

The entire story had me engrossed from the beginning, I watched expectantly as relationships were created and I quietly hoped that Kylo Ren, with his heartbreaking eyes would see the error of his ways. I watched as Finn risked his life, again…and cried as the sweet R2 D2 showed Luke a clip of a young Leia to convince him to help the fight.

Whilst we are on the subject of the amazing actress that brought life to Princess Leia, I shed a few tears as I thought about Carrie Fisher’s loss from any future films. Her presence in the film was a huge impact for Star Wars fans worldwide. For many she was  the fancy of many teenage boys when the first instalments came out in the 1980’s. Anybody who loves Star Wars knows that she was well known for her role as the heroine of the film.

I would love to talk about everything that happened in the film but I would hate to ruin it for people. One of the best things about watching a film, especially in the cinema is being shocked when something unexpected happens. I am a big believer that any film is enjoyable when watched at the cinema. I love the excitement of it and the fact that the experience is so much more amplified – with comfortable seating, air conditioning, surround sound and the big screen. There is nothing better than the cinema experience.

I would say that this film is fantastic! Like I previously said, I am not a big fan but even I enjoyed watching it. I have a little bit of a soft spot for Kylo Ren and really hope that we see him come back from the darkness. I love Rey too, she is the epitome of female empowerment. She is both sassy but kind. She has a good heart even if she worries about the darkness which keeps on calling her.

I would highly recommend people going to see this film. I give it 5 out of 5! And from a non Star Wars fan, that’s a good thing! That’s how good it is!

I will admit though that I do like some of the merchandise stuff, like mini R2 D2’s and I once had mini Jar Jar Binks figure which I liked. Although my husband would tell me not to admit that.

Anyway, that’s all for now.

S x


There’s a Monster in your Book by Tom Fletcher



Nighttime rituals for my two little boys includes a bath, cuddles, teeth brush and a book of their choice before they get tucked up all cosy in their beds.

We read a book together each night and have been doing it since our first born, Ethan was only a few weeks old. I love reading and I wanted the boys to find their own enjoyment of opening a new book and reading a whole new story. But we also love to read our favourites again and again, we particularly like The Gruffalo and The Stickman.

Whenever I can, I pick up a new book….maybe, possibly more for Me than it is for Ethan and Oliver.

Yesterdays purchase was ‘There’s a Monster in your Book’ by Tom Fletcher. It’s fair to say that I get drawn to books by what is on the cover and I love colourful illustration, especially in the children’s books. So on seeing this book in the supermarket, I couldn’t wait to get it back home and read it to my sons.

The cheeky little blue monster became a favourite of our boys almost immediately. If I am honest, even I thought he was cute. The illustrations by Gregg Abbott were brilliant, giving plenty of visual feed for their little eyes to soak up.


The story is very fun to read and fantastically creative, with reader interaction on every page. My boys got excited at every page turn, following the instructions eagerly.

They enjoyed it so much that we read it three times before they got into bed. And they got very loud at some of the later parts. It was nice seeing how much they enjoyed the book and Ethan even read some of the pages to Oliver on his own.  I would definately recommend this book for all children, it’s a lovely addition to any book shelf. And I think most adults would enjoy it too, because I sure did.


S x


The Sunshine Blogger Award


Hello All, Thanks for dropping by…

I was having a pretty low day today, feeling unhappy about returning back to work tomorrow since losing my baby in November and pretty much feeling crappy about everything in general.

But then I logged into Twitter as I do everyday and my mood was instantly lifted. And that is because I had a notification telling me that I had been nominated for The Sunshine Blogger Award by the wonderfully talented, fellow Friends mad blogger,

Thanks so much Hayley – It really helped to lighten my day 🙂

The rules of The Sunshine Award are as follows:-

  1. Thank blogger(s) who nominated you in the blog post and link back to their blog.
  2. Answer the 11 questions the blogger asked you.
  3. Nominate 11 new blogs to receive the award and write them 11 new questions.
  4. List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award logo in your post and/or in your blog

The questions that I have been asked are:-

1. Who is your favourite celebrity and why?
I am a big sucker for gushy, romantic films, especially some of the older ones like Pretty Woman, etc and one of my biggest favourite female actors is Julia Roberts, I love her style and the fact that she can reduce me to smiles or tears in most roles she plays.

My favourite male celebrity is a bit more difficult. My head is telling me that I should go for a really good actor and someone who plays different parts well…if that was the case, I would choose Johnny Depp. He has fantastic range as an actor….but if I was going for a celeb purely for their looks and who I liked to watch in films then it would be a toss up between Channing Tatum and Tom hardy.

2. If you had to choose between eating savoury or sweets foods forever what would you rather have?
I don’t really have a big sweet tooth and I can go weeks or longer without sweets or chocolates etc, BUT I love savoury food. Crisps, fries, etc are what I would go for everytime.

3. If you could only listen to one musician for the rest of your life who would it be?
At the moment I love listening to Ed Sheeren and Paloma Faith so I guess it would be a toss up between these two acts.

4. Which do you prefer Facebook or twitter?
I was a massive fan of Facebook but since I have put more time into blogging I have come to enjoy Twitter more.

5. What’s your favourite hobby?
Photography. I love taking photographs, especially black and white shots.

6. Whats your favourite item of clothing?
PJ’s! I could live in comfy warm PJ’s all day, everyday if I could. If only work would allow it! 😀

7. If you could only watch one TV show forever what would you watch and why?
Friends. I have probably already watched every episode a million times (okay, that may have been a SLIGHT exaggeration) and it still makes me laugh. I know most of the lines off by heart…and I can never see me getting fed up of watching it.

8. Who’s your role model and why?
Ready for some corniness? Okay, my husband is my role model. He was involved in a very serious Road Traffic Accident last year which saw him in a coma, suffering a stroke and having to hospitalised for nearly 5 months. Even when he came home then he struggled to walk, see and even bathe himself. Step by step he has slowly got himself ALMOST back to where he was. There are still some brain injury issues and some visual loss but he is still My Stew and I am so proud of how far he has come.

9. If you could only take one item to a desert island with you (not including phone) what would you take?
If I was going alone, I would take a photograph of my boys. That’s all I would need.

10. Which is your favourite restaurant?
I love Frankie and Benny’s breakfasts….we go there a lot. My boys love the pancakes and bacon with maple syrup.

11. Where’s your favourite country and why?
I love Switzerland, we drove through after we got married and it was so picturesque. The photographs I took were amazing…

Now, here are the Questions for You! 😀

  1. When did your interest in writing/blogging start?
  2. Name the one person you can rely on and trust more than anyone else.
  3. What Country were you born in?
  4. Where did you share your first kiss?
  5. What was the first ever film you watched at the cinema?
  6. What was your first album that you purchased?
  7. What type of film genre do you prefer?
  8. As a child, who was your best friend?
  9. Do you believe in the supernatural? Ghosts, etc
  10. In 10 years, what would you like your life to be like?
  11. Who is your favourite author?

I nominate these beautifully talented people.












Enjoy all. 😀

S x

Lost (Poem)

But you are not down the back of the sofa or at the bottom of my purse.

But you are not something I can easily find again.

I wish you were just hiding, somewhere out of sight.

My pain of losing you is real but only I can feel it, live it and breathe it.

The old saying goes, ‘How can I miss you so much when I never really had you in the first place.’

You were my baby, I felt you move. You should be here.

The word the doctors, nurses and midwives used.

How I feel as I go about my life but grieve for you quietly.

I want to speak about you openly but no other person completely understands.

Life must go on, but I struggle to move forward.

The days since you left have gone as normal, as though I never carried you in the first place.

I close my eyes to see you, but when I open them you are gone.

You are gone from me for now, but I hope that one day I will find you.

You are lost
I lost you
Loss is what I feel.



Moving On (A Short Story)

Life flashes by, birds tweet and weather changes but I feel so obsolete. Nobody sees me, but I see them. I see their faces, alive and bright. I am here but nobody sees me, I am here but I am not.

I fight to move, I fight to feel, I fight to live but there is nothing. I am a shell with a hollow centre. I am nothing. I am here, but I am not. My eyes see all, my ears hear everything. My body craves the movement I had before. I see their pain, I see their love, but I fail to show mine. My body screams for a release, my mind screams to be heard and my heart aches for them. I see the pain of her, I see her hands as they caress my skin, the warmth of her touch shooting through my body like shocks of electric.

I want to call out to them, I want to shout her name. I want to tell her that I am here, I want to tell her not to cry for me. I can sense her pain and that makes me ache with love and sadness. My mind is swimming with endless thoughts of life, thoughts of love and memories of laughter and joy. All of it gone in a moment. I was happy, young and I loved my life. Before I was gone, before my life changed I took so many things for granted and adored material things. But now I see that there is only one thing a person can own and that’s love. To love and to be loved is a precious thing. Everyone craves it, everyone fights for it and most of us are lucky enough to have it.

I have tried to grasp where the point of change was, when I went from being alive to being here. Memories swim around my mind. The laughter I had with my friends and the excitement I felt when I finished school for half term. I remember seeing the boy I liked across the road and the vague memory of his shocked expression as I stepped out towards him. Following that came a mixed muddled mess of noise and images. The screams and crying came first, then the realization that I was lying on the floor looking up into the faces of people crowding me, followed shortly by ambulance crew. Everything happened too quickly, even now when I try to remember all of the details it feels like someone has their finger pressed down on the fast forward button. I tried to move, but they had me strapped down onto the board, which was eventually lifted up onto an ambulance. My eyes hurt when I looked up into the light.

Of all the things I remember the most, it’s the pain that sticks out in my mind. I couldn’t originate where the pain was from but I heard words of ‘head trauma’ and risk of internal bleeding thrown around as the vehicle I was in sped towards its destination, blue lights flashing and sounding out a piercing siren which made me feel pain in parts which I never knew existed. I tried to call out for my mom but i couldn’t find my voice and I could only taste the acrid metal blood which soaked the inside of my mouth. There was another voice in the vehicle, separate from the paramedics who were working to save my life. A voice I recognised was talking wildly, sobs separating her words as she spoke. At the time I couldn’t place it but having had time to go over these events over and over again, I now realize that it was my best friend, Zara. She held my hand, although I didn’t feel it at the time. She was talking about an accident and something about how the car had come out of nowhere but I was swiftly drifting into darkness as I realised that she was talking about what had happened to me.

The moment I closed my eyes was the moment I lost, I will forever wish that I fought harder to stay awake, that I used all of my inner strength to keep myself afloat long enough to survive. Since that moment I have been floating on a choppy wave, waiting for something but not knowing what it is. Monitors beep in the distance and signs of life wrap around me, containing me inside my own bubble, a world where only I exist. My eyelids are still closed. Since that ‘moment’ in the ambulance I haven’t opened them again. But I can still see, I can see more now than I could before. I see the love of those around me and hear their sorrow. My body feels nothing, but I ache inside, emotions and feelings weighing me down. I feel as though I am drowning, but there is no relief from my anguish. Time has gone by slowly, but I don’t know how long I have been lying here. Days, weeks, months, I have no way of tracing the time, but the time I wait seems endless, causing me to feel impatient and frustrated. It would feel good to scream, to put all of my energy into opening my mouth and letting the sound roll effortlessly from my lips, but my body is frozen and numb. I can only scream on the inside, but what is the point? It is silent and small and trapped as am I. Nobody can hear me, they can only see my lifeless body lay out before them. I see my mother as she paces around the hospital room. Her eyes are red from crying, lines of mascara tracing down her cheeks. She is clutching a small brown teddy bear, a stuffed toy that I slept with when I was a child and had always refused to throw out. The material on its body is torn and it has a small rip on its right ear from where I wrestled it from my younger brother. My mother hugs it tightly to her chest and her small shoulders rise and drop as her tears turn into sobs. My heart hurts and I try to look away but I feel myself drawn to her. The woman who gave me life, who blew raspberries on my belly when I was young, the woman who helped clean up my cuts and bruises and protected me from the monsters in my room, she was now having to consider a very difficult decision. The only option we have left. Dr. Thompson had spoken to my mother hours earlier whilst she had stood holding my hand, he had informed her of my brain damage and how my lack of blood supply to my brain following trauma had caused irreparable damage. He had stated that they had done all they could and that my body was being kept alive by machines. My mother clutched my hand, squeezing and kneading it as if she could somehow revive me. Great sobs broke from her lips and she fell forwards, putting her weight against my bed and resting heavily on me, begging me without words to open my eyes. The doctors words echoed through me, resonating around my body. It was at that moment that I accepted my fate peacefully. My life was no more but I needed to tell her to live and to go on living. Grief was inevitable after the death of a loved one but I wanted my mother to embrace it and live my life through her.

The room had brightened considerably once I accepted that I was moving on, but there was no sun coming in through the windows, there was only a small circle of light which had appeared on the opposite wall. It was bright and beautiful and bathed the area in so much light that I just wanted to touch it. Nobody else could see it, or if they could, then they weren’t taking much notice of it. There are four people in the room, including me. My mother stood near me, clutching my teddy to her. Behind her stood my stepfather, his hands clasped onto my mothers shoulders, his eyes low, searching the floor as though he’s looking for answers which he won’t find. We have always had a close relationship, my real father never played a part in my life and I never missed him as Alan made me feel like his daughter every single day. The pain in his eyes hits me in the chest and I long to hug him to me. On th opposite side of the bed is Dr. Thompson, his stance and straight face showing sympathy and patience towards my parents painfully hard decision. The responsibility lies solely with them and I will them with all of my being to let me go. Not just for me, but got them. I want them to live for me; I want them to go on and be happy and to remember me as I was, not how I am now. My stepfather squeezes my mother to him and nods in the direction of the doctor and mouths the words, ‘we’re ready’.

The light is slowly growing and the room takes on a white-washed look. It’s as if someone has turned up the brightness. The features of the people around me become more difficult to make out and, against the white light they’re forms appear like silhouettes. Dr. Thompson mutters a few words to my parents, but I don’t catch what he is saying. Condolences maybe? All I am focused on is that circle of light which is now big enough for me to crawl through. The tunnel it opens up is stunning to look at; there are a hundred different swirling colors, all of them bright and sparkling. The tunnel is long and as the hole gets bigger, I see that there is an end to it, there is life there.

The machines in my room stop beeping and the ventilator which has been pumping up and down rhythmically and endlessly now stops and stands silent. My mother looks down at me and holds onto my hand, tears trailing down her cheeks. Behind her, still holding her tightly is Alan, his face taut and struggling to control his emotions. His face is pinched in pain and he tries unsuccessfully to hold himself together, trying not to cry, but he cant control it and he swiftly covers his face with his hands and sheds tears for me, his little girl. Maybe we aren’t connected by blood, but I know he holds me in his heart as though I am.

I am suddenly aware that I am no longer lying down on the hospital bed, but I am standing up. My parents are next to me, both lost in their sadness, neither noticing that I am inches from them. Looking down at my body, I see what they see. Wires snake across my body, leading up to the now silent machines. My head is wrapped in bandages, pieces of my blonde hair streak across my damp skin. Purple circles are evident around my closed eyes. The colour of my skin appears grey and dull, even in the blinding whiteness of the room. Small is the word that comes to mind, I look small; lying tucked up in the clean white sheets that cover my final bed.

My gaze is drawn back towards the circle of light, which is now big enough for me to walk through. The end of the tunnel is easy to make out and I see beauty and happiness there. There are hundreds of people waiting there, smiling and waving; calling me to them. I see faces I recognise, great aunts whose funerals I attended when I was a kid, an uncle who died when he was my age and plenty more faces that I recognise from my childhood onwards and from photographs I had seen. The field they stand in is full of pretty flowers of all colours and my eyes pick out animals amongst the group who wait for me. Behind one of my great aunts I spy a dog I recognise, his brown familiar fur gently ruffling in the breeze. Everyone looks happy and everyone is smiling. There is no pain there; I know I will be safe forever. I see it, I hear it and I feel it. I breathe in the rich lavender scent, carried on a light breeze that blows my hair and cools my skin. I feel alive and ready for my new life.

I turn back, looking at my heartbroken parents, both of them lost in their grief, both unable to speak through their pain. Words can not describe how I am feeling. Happy and excited about my next chapter, but sad and angry about having to leave my old one behind so soon. I love my parents, I love my life but I know I cannot stay. Stepping back towards my parents, I feel deep sorrow for having to leave them behind. Maybe I can stay; maybe I don’t have to leave. I look back towards the tunnel and see my Grandma Poppy approaching me. We hug each other tightly, both jubilant about seeing one another again and I know then that I will see them all again. My parents will live their lives and when the time comes, I will welcome them to their new home. My heart sings for that moment. Granny Poppy holds her hand out to me, eager to take me with her. With as much energy as I can muster, I walk back to my parents, wrap my arms around them, hold them tightly to me and whisper, ‘I love you.’ My breathe comes out like a breeze and blows my mothers fringe. She looks up and her eyes meet mine, I know she can see me, because she starts towards me. Holding out for my Granny’s hand, I walk towards the tunnel, breathing in the rich floral aroma.

I take one last glance at my mother. She is watching me leave, her arms clinging to my oblivious father. Smiling at her, tears steaming down my face, I raise my hand and wave at her. My mother smiles lightly, her face also wet from tears. As her words of love follow me down the long tunnel, I know that everything will be okay.

This isn’t the end for me, it is only the beginning.

The End.


Creating bloggable content

Hi There, My name is Steph and this is my first post on WordPress, but not my first blog piece EVER.

I started my first blog a couple of years ago when I was a mum of none and when my world didn’t include early morning routines, school runs or dedicating time to my little rascals. My posts lacked character, they had no flow and I didn’t make a lot of sense at times. I rambled for a lot of the posts that I wrote. I also never did any socialising or engagement with other bloggers so my blog was never read…or if it was then I never knew about it. I managed a few weeks before I switched my mind to my other love, photography (which I speak about in my ABOUT ME section)

10 years later, 2 kids heavier and full of life experience that I wish I hadn’t got, I have decided to give it another go. I have now got two blogs, 1 on Blogger and 1 on here. I wanted to keep both separate.

My Blogger account ( is more of a personal accounted diary with stories of my lovable tear-aways, my husband and our 11 week old pug, Harry.

Whereas my WordPress Blog will be more for my creative writing content. I will post short stories, poems and reviews of books and films. I know a lot of bloggers aim to gain money from their blogs (not that it wouldn’t be nice) but I do it more so I can get my work out there. I have enjoyed writing for as far back as I remember and I am having such a good time thinking about what content to create next.

I am not saying that I am great at writing short stories or poems for that matter and I am sure some will think that they are a bit rubbish (that is me letting my un-confidence break through a little) but I am going to put my work out there anyways. Any positive critic is very much welcomed, I am learning all the time – whether it is based on my blog or on my writing. 😀

My WordPress Blog is definitely a working progress. I will learn and tweak it as I go.

S x