Last Sunday I was lucky enough to attend a reading of the letter's of Sylvia Plath; having been emailing Peter.K.Stienberg, I spotted the events listing on his blog, Sylvia Plath Info. (Click here to open.) Needless to say, I was VERY excited. The event was held in Charleston, Lewes, East Sussex-which was just a short … Continue reading The Letters Of Sylvia Plath: Event
Dear Thirteen Year Old Me.- You can be so loud at times! And yet, oddly, you seem to change at the drop of a hate-quiet at home, shy to some strangers. From where I am now, it seems to me like you need to find your feet-you are yourself, and only you can decide that. … Continue reading A letter to thirteen year old me.
So, I wrote this post about me being trolled, attacking my ostensibly 'awful feminist'* viewpoint. So, I'm going to attempt a second letter. *not my view or opinion. To my darling little boy.- Hello, it's mummy-writing to you from the last, to you in the future. (Yes, bit strange, that.) I'm not very old yet, … Continue reading A letter to my future son.
Dear younger me, I can see you there, the girl hiding herself behind her very own mass of brunette curls. You aren't at all invisible, you know, because you matter. We all do. And we don't stop. It's important to engage in life, which is what you'll do, come later on, instead of hiding, or … Continue reading A letter to a younger me.
This has been something floating round on the Blogosphere for a while; I'm particular, I was inspired by this version, over at This Stuff Is Golden. And, I wanted to compose my own version. Here goes.. Hello Sweetie.- It's Mummy. Well, sort of. From way back in the past, complete with black glasses and brunette … Continue reading A Letter To My Furture Daughter.