What’s it like to foster parent butterflies? Eliza Waters fills us in colorfully …
“It’s a Girl,” in Eliza Waters’ exact words: Reblog
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“The Post-a-Day Life,” in Donna’s exact words: Reblog
More great advice from stellar fellow blogger Donna …
If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you know that I have been posting every day, typically once per day, for more than two years. Quite a few people have asked how much time my daily posting schedule takes me. I thought I’d give you a little peek behind-the-scenes.
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Guest Blog Post: “Why do I write?” in Akintunde Akinsola’s exact words
Why do you write? For me, within weeks of learning to hold an oversized pencil, I was using printed words to make sense of my six-year-old world. Akintunde Akinsola proudly teaches in SW Nigeria. His blog esteems and supports teachers, as well as highlights his photography …
Why do I write…? Thinking about this question, I believe I write because I want to express a part of myself which speech cannot fully portray. I love the prints. Reading comes easy. I am a man of few words. I love to listen and I love to read. I also believe writing is a lasting legacy of a man’s thought and ideas. It lives on long after he has passed on. Writing also to me is an embalming process. Preserving your thoughts for ages to come. I know my writing has the wings to travel far and reach more people than expressing my thoughts and ideas by speech which I do not want to force down on people but in a way helping to shape the world in a way I feel is right.
I am a teacher, a photographer. I love the arts. I love nature. I love…
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Guest Blog Post: “My Mum, the Pilot,” in Hey Loons exact words
I love true stories about courageous women, don’t you? Enjoy this thanks to fellow blogger Hey Loons …
Once upon a time, a little girl was told that women shouldn’t fly airplanes …
I grew up knowing ‘mum flew planes’. This was one of a series of simple facts in my childhood: my sister and I were born in London; our parents came from India; dad sang; mum flew.
She told us stories about her teenage flying days ‘looping the loop’ above the clouds and performing steep dives towards the ground. She’d show us her album filled with old sepia photos of her standing proudly next to a small airplane.
The logbook pages had rows of handwritten entries of all her flights, each a flying adventure and she spoke about them with excitement and emotion, tinged with a hint of longing to be up amongst the clouds again.
Our mum, Dhira Chaliha, got her flying wings in 1961, at the age of 21, in India and to us as…
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Guest Blog Post: “Week 1| Self-Love,” in Niki’s exact words
Guest Blog Post: "Week 1| Self-Love" in Niki's exact words
