Women change the world, we all do. Good or bad. Ever since I can remember I wanted to change things in this world, all the injustices. Why should anybody go without food, basic care, shelter, recogni

As I've been hiding myself for many years, shying away from publicity, some people think I'm some sort of hermit. The stereotype of the reclusive writer lived on through me. Many of you will know why

Well, my new website is finally up. Still needs tweaking but it's there. So, yes, I did give in. I've created a Facebook page and I have my own site. Time to get out there, everybody said. I'm kind of

So many of us have encountered abuse. So many of us have buried their wounds deep inside. Children are afraid, they daren't talk or they rebel, they run away, try and kill themselves. We all run away

My mother died when I was a teenager. Many years have passed but I'm still learning about her, not from family or friends. When she married my father she distanced herself from the only friend she had

As  I realised it was WOTV's  birtday today, I added a comment to Ana's post and then thought maybe it would be a great idea to post a tribute on my blog.So I did as I'd love to spread Ana's

  Where  do you come from ? Does it define you ? What if you were born there by accident ? What if you 'd never actually lived there ? What if that place has some hurtful connection ?

On 6/9/2010 9:36 AM, Steffi L wrote:Thank you and I'll pass your kind wishes to Elle.Here are Elle's  answers:1- yes, my time always gets lost between the kids and everything else.I'm always so b

So here we go, for a while i've been dabbling a little. It started last summer, guided by the Dear One who sat me down with a pen in my hand and not a word. _http://elleonthego.wordpress.com/2010/04

I believe that always, or almost always, in all childhoods and in all the lives that follow them, the mother represents madness. Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever