THE THAW…………..A poem by Angela Power
My heart is defrosting without my permission Bitter sweet pangs of pain with surprise A wave of emotion rolls in unannounced Heartache injustice secrets and...
Supernatural ENCOUNTERS…………….by Angie Power……………..click to read
I just wanna catalogue some encounters, which are different from happenings or co incidences or unexpected blessings! I have had various encouragements over the past...
ANGIE'S RECIPES….not a lot of exact measurements as I believe cooking and baking should be experimental, intuitive and fun!!
Someone asked for my recipes so here are a couple to kick off….I am baking apple cinnamon crumble with my 16 year old son!! Apples...
ADVICE FOR FAMILIES/COUNSELLORS OF SURVIVORS OF ABUSE…..CHILD SEXUAL ABUSE / RAPE SURVIVORS…….
A social meeting I had recently with a counsellor included conversations about professional guidelines in dealing with child sexual-abuse survivors. He is both a survivor...
THE FIELD…………………
Dad has finally admitted he has given Nicky first option on buying the remaining approximately 4 acres of the farm in Scholar’s Field. He and...
VISION…………….writing it down!! (inspired by the current New York Best Seller of the same title)
Ok I can go back in and edit and expand this but I am inspired by this oldie but goodie which is to WRITE IT...
FATHERS ESTRANGED FROM YOUR EX WIFE…….the kids???
There is a biblical format for conflict resolution. First talk with the person one on one. Check. Second if not resolved talk with 2 or...
THE GARD WHO RULED OLDCASTLE IN THE BARONY OF FORE
i won’t name names today, though mine was named in secret like a curse word or anomoly. Forgive them Father, they know not what they do me too...
A hunch about FOUR ELMS…..
investigating abuse in a home in Suffolk and possible connections to PETER WRIGHTON at nearby Thornham Magna, as well as the stately home where HARVEY...
A DIRGE AN ODE A CLARION CALL TO IRELAND…….
AN ODE, A DIRGE, A CLARION CALL First draft written during elections and the Irish Awakening in 2013 in IRELAND I yearn to be proud...