As we come into an age where 1 in every 7 youth are attempting suicide, and 1 in 3 are thinking about it, so do we see the affects of the most fatherless generation to date. Never before has there been such a need to search out the spiritual mentors in the world. Never before(…)
The words co and dependency mix together as well as gorgonzola and Parker pen ink. My 500 hundred hour journey (ok 600 hours) back from the Philippines to California made me think about emotional vulnerability and how men take advantage of that (don’t email me men – I know – women can be horrifically manipulative(…)
Nothing can stomach the sound of petite girls sobbing into their handkerchiefs – girls who’ve seen a different world to us. The bars they’ve been working in are not your usual Weatherspoons. We’re talking decrepit brothels with alcohol that prop up men with nothing but an agenda of meaningless sex and paedophilia. 6 of us(…)
1984. My mother was playing the piano in an empty church, when I jumped up beside her and asked if Santa really existed. Coming from a family of ‘better out – than in’ theories, she didn’t hesitate: ‘No darling’. ‘Thought not.’ was my response – aged 4. I then proceeded to sing hallelujah,(…)
It’s so good to have you back Kalizascope!!! ____________________________________________________ “Are you going to say where you’ve been, or what?” The knowing eyebrow. She may not know exactly where, but she knows exactly who with. July: 5 months had passed since the stressful break-up of my most serious relationship. Readers, you heard the stories(…)
Tale written by my girl – Snow Black. Last blog we had a ‘help yourself’ with lovely Leo getting involved with my personal space and this time, folks, we have quite the opposite. My mate decided to set me up with a Christian guy he had met at Speed Dating. Yep, my male friend,(…)
I’m at a party. In a separate room to where the music is pumping out Mr Wendal. I have one giant man in front of me holding up a full-length mirror to my face. I have another man to my left staring at me. ‘You have three rules Carrie. 1. You must keep staring at(…)
I met a guy at a gig just before Christmas. Not really in the habit of meeting boys at gigs to be honest. Like I’ve mentioned in previous blogs, if you’re looking for a Christian guy, he’s not going to be chirpsing you out in public. The odds are just so against it. However,(…)