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The Sensitive Voice..in Writing
Weeks of learning & training culminate in this â will I be able to do it.. or not?
My heart thuds against ribcage, threatening to burst out of my chest. Sickening nausea in the pit of my stomach rises, turning to salty, bitter bile in the back of my throat. In my brain, a cacophony of limiting beli...
With an almighty CRASH, a thousand knives, forks & spoons skitter across the floor, bouncing & shooting off in all directions.
1978, Garfunkelâs, London. Waiting for a table with my family, playing the clown, âshowing offâ. Impersonating Fonzie from Happy Days.
My confident cool gesture, arms out,...
Frustrated cries wind their way down the stairs to assail me. My shoulders tense, rising 2 inches to greet my ears. I sigh, my heart dropping with my out breath.
8.30am Monday, a school day. âNot again!â flashes through my mind.
My chest tightening, irritation snapping at my heels, I climb the sta...
