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“God, Help Me!”

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  “God, help me!” The cry came from somewhere deep within. The blackness was terrifying. It filled the air in a suffocating swirl of fear. The problem was, it was on the inside. It was invisible. On the outside, normal life went on, the comforting routine of the ordinary. But on the inside, chaos reigned. … Read more

Why Mr Right Might Be Ugly

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The girls were having lunch together, as they did every Tuesday. Inevitably, the talk turned to men. “I’d like to find someone who can make me laugh,” said Hannah. “And good looks wouldn’t hurt a bit!” They all giggled. They knew her type: tall, lean, with dark hair and blue eyes. Someone funny and athletic. … Read more

Why You Might Never Find The One

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You’ve dreamed of it all your life. When you were little you dressed up as a princess and waited for your handsome prince to come and carry you off to his castle. Or perhaps your dreams were a little less medieval: a handsome cowboy rides up on his beautiful white steed and you gallop off … Read more

The Spite House

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THE SPITE HOUSE In 1882, a New York City businessman named Joseph Richardson owned a narrow strip of land on Lexington Avenue. It was 5 feet wide and 104 feet long. Another businessman, Hyman Sarner, owned a normal – sized lot adjacent to Richardson’s skinny one. He wanted to build apartments that fronted the avenue. … Read more

Good Kids, Bad Kids: A Matter Of Perspective?

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“Don’t touch that!” “Stay away from there!” “Stop running around before you knock something over!” We were at Great Grandma’s house, surrounded by all her treasures. Most of them breakable. The kids tried hard to be good. They really did. They sat still for as long as they possibly could, in Great Grandma’s formal lounge … Read more

There Was War In The Kitchen: Sibling Rivalry Erupts

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If you’ve got kids, the familiar cry assaults your ears.

“Mum! She took my train!”

“Mum! He’s taunting me!”

“MUUMMM! He took my baby and he won’t give her back!”

Right about now, a comforting vision floats through your weary mum brain. You picture yourself getting out the earplugs hubby uses for mowing the lawn, making a cuppa, and settling down to read your latest book, earplugs firmly in place. The occasional vague shriek breaks through, but you smile an ethereal little smile and keep on reading. You actually don’t care if they fight to the death.

An earsplitting yell erupts near your elbow, and jerks you back to reality. No earplugs in sight. You’re going to have to deal with it. Again. Sound familiar? 

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