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This touching, thought-provoking article describes the evolution of a Mother from a teen mum to a mum of teens and how her desperate cry for freedom was extinguished by the love of her children.
At Mum Life Stories we are passionate about helping women (especially mums) to discover their own true identity and to develop the confidence they need to pursue their dreams. Discovering your identity is all about embracing who you are, your personality, your character, your body, mind & spirit, your culture, your background and all the experiences (good & bad) that make up your unique ‘life story’.
Emma knew there were 11 children in the cemetery. She had counted. She needed to know she wasn’t alone in her suffering. Sometimes she wondered what their stories were, how their families were coping. She never saw anyone at their graves. Did nobody love them anymore? Were they lonely? Occasionally a toy would appear, leaning against a headstone, but she seemed to be the only parent who visited her child regularly. Would she ever stop coming?
Our deadline has been extended
Well it’s that time of the year again when the stores become a buzzing hive of activity. Frantic shoppers fill the corridors and stores, in a frenzied rush to get the perfect christmas gift for every member of their family. Thank God for online shopping!
“Failure doesn’t bother me, fear and regret do”
Win cash prizes and publication in this micro fiction writing competition.
There was water rising in the basement. Cold, dark, murky, slimy, water. Being a woman alone, a single mother, without a man, she had no idea what to do about it.
Let’s work together to keep one another on the path that leads to a happy ending!
A touching true story about grief and the special bond between Mother and Daughter.
Krysta rubbed her forehead with the tips of her fingers. Running them down to the bridge of her nose, she applied pressure to the well-defined cartilage. Her meagre efforts to ease the throbbing headache that threatened to reduce her to a sobbing mess, were futile.
Success cannot simply be defined in terms of wealth, achievement or fame.
A short and sweet story about the meaningful things we allow our children to steal from us.