Margaret always talked about writing her story but could never get beyond the first chapter. Born illegitimately to a domestic servant in 1930s Brighton; the circumstances of her birth affected her whole life. Subject to emotional abuse from foster parents and her grandmother she married young and had four children. She was a loving mother and grandmother but couldn't find it in her to love herself. This is her story.

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

"You write so beautufully, The inside of your head must be a terrible place" About a girl writer and a boy artist who found each other at the dark times.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, pressing on the wound. "Not as much as it hurts loving you, Hailey, " He stared into my eyes. Observing blood falling across his chest was brutally beautiful.

What goes on the mind of a dark randomized soul who thinks she is a psychologist and has hidden wings?