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I’m a Self-Published Author. Am I a Real Author?

I still clearly remember when our school newspaper published my short poem. It took up only a tiny space in the corner of a page, but the joy of seeing my work in print was hard to describe. At a very young age, after seeing my name in print, I realised I knew what I wanted to do—be an author.

Decades later, the desire to write and be an author lingered. I continued to write. I wrote short poems and many letters to myself whenever I felt sad, confused, or happy. I wrote short stories for children and older readers, but I hid them away for fear of being laughed at or ridiculed. It took me many years to find the strength to write. For the most part, I struggled to believe I could write like a real author. I persevered and finished a children’s book, which I self-published in 2019. I created a new job title for myself—an author. However, I have often asked myself why this new job title is hard to tell everybody. Why do I still hide behind my old job title? I could spend my entire life writing, but I felt I wasn’t a real author unless I published my work traditionally. Others would argue that the publishing process shouldn’t define me as an author. Self-published work is still considered published work. The author is the real author of the work and has taken on a much more significant role in the book’s production.

I am naturally shy and reserved, so it is no surprise that workshopping my work with others is not my primary interest. Overanalysing myself and spending too much time striving for perfection in my writing are among my apparent weaknesses in my artistic practice. I have an intense interest in writing. Still, it has always been a challenge to move beyond the academic writing I learned at university. Academic writing has never been my strong suit because it requires logical, organised arguments, whereas creative writing allows for personal expression, imagination, and fictional or meaningful impressions based on real-life events. I create fictional characters that my audience would love or hate. The language is more descriptive than formal. This is how I write, and I enjoy it.

I think of an author as a professional who has published a book and earned money from their work. I wouldn’t use the word “author” to describe myself because it feels too big. For me, writing is a skill I have learned and developed through constant practice and repetition. It is difficult for me to identify as an author after self-publishing my book because I don’t earn any income from it. It was much easier to say I worked earlier in my life than to tell people I am now an author. It was challenging because my desire to get published went far beyond simply explaining that my work was worthy of publication. On the other hand, those who are traditionally published by one of the biggest publishing companies gain credibility and prestige for themselves and their work.

Calling myself an author is difficult because self-publishing carries stigma, as if it were of lesser value than traditionally published work. I tried to shape and grow my identity as an author, despite the many challenges and responsibilities I take seriously. I realised that my voice is how I connect with others and express my thoughts and opinions. I tell my stories, share my values and passions, and convey my experiences through my writing.

The children’s book I self-published, Gracie…Shhh!, recounts my primary school days, when my friends and I began our search for the elves after a gossip rumour started at school. It was my first and most significant venture, and I admit it took courage to tackle this enormous job. It took me nearly a year to finish a ten-thousand-word children’s book. Writing about something I genuinely care about was much easier. As the author of this book, my ultimate role is to create a story. I planned and shaped the events to make my readers’ journey exciting and sometimes reckless. Gracie…Shhh! is told in the first person, and as the narrator, I tell the story from the point of view of a young girl who is the main character. When I talk about my book, I feel a stronger sense of connection and ownership because I use my own words to express what I was thinking, how I portray my characters, and what I want readers to feel even after they finish.

Self-publishing is becoming the first choice for many aspiring authors seeking faster access to global markets and complete control over their book’s promotion. My ambition to become an author and publish a book outshines the stigma associated with self-publishing. It is complex and challenging for a writer. Still, the author of a self-published work is the real author, irrespective of how it was published. For me, self-publishing is a way to realise my aspiration to be an author, and being published has given me a sense of self-fulfilment.

I am who I say I am. If I am honest with myself, committed to improving my craft, and dedicated to writing and publishing books, then I am an author. My experience has deepened my understanding of my identity. My name is my brand–Ninagracia. It is the identity that will ultimately define me through my writing. Those pieces I wrote when I was younger, which I kept in a box for many years and hid from everyone, have finally found a new home. I created a personal website, Ninagracia, to publish my poems, articles, and anything I find fascinating and exciting to share. I still don’t get paid for my work, but there is a genuine sense of accomplishment in having found a platform that feels comfortable and non-threatening. My blog posts reflect my thoughts, personality, and character. My public space welcomes everyone to comment or share their thoughts and feelings about my work. On my website, I’ve shared what I have learned about myself. When I write, self-doubt creeps in, and I feel like I’m not good enough. The truth is, there will always be someone who is so much better than us, and another who is heaps better than that “someone”. This cycle goes on, and if we let it get into our heads, writing becomes harder to conquer.

I still don’t say out loud that I am an author. There is still so much room to improve my writing and skills, but I no longer shy away from calling myself an author – whether it’s a blog or a book; it doesn’t matter. I am an author.

Till next time.

Cheers,

Lucille

Lucille

-a poem inspired by a woman I know-

Like evergreens,
her beauty never grows old.
She blooms throughout the year, 
with a spirit brave and bold.

Some women are
Lyrics for a song.

Like classical music,
she touches the soul.


Some women are
Unique, one of a kind.

Like a leader, she’s a wonder, 
a master, when the moment calls.


Some women are
Classic charmers.

Like the sunshine, 
she brings warmth and joy.


Some women are
Iconic and exotic.

Like a poem, she’s emotional
and romantic.


Some women are
Lovable and desirable.

Like a fairy tale,
she attracts love and affection.

Some women are
Limitless and mysterious.

Like the ocean, when
the wind turns, she's
anchored to the ground.


Some women are
Elegant in their golden years.

Like red wine
she gets better over time.


Some women are—
mothers
daughters
sisters
friends


and—

She is all of these.

With her own grace and style,
she’s always there to understand.

She loves deeply,
She gets mad quickly
and—
talking back is quite risky.

Till next time.

Cheers!











The Spy and “A Piece of Cake”

He was a fighter pilot. He became a spy, and “A Piece of Cake” launched his writing career. Guess who?

Roald Dahl joined the Royal Air Force (RAF) in 1939 and trained as a fighter pilot when World War II broke out. However, his first mission went awry when a navigational error led to a crash landing in the Egyptian Desert. He sustained severe injuries, including a fractured skull and back injuries. He eventually returned to combat flying, but ongoing headaches and blackouts made it too dangerous for him to remain a fighter pilot. As a result, he was assigned to the British Embassy in Washington, D.C., as an assistant air attaché. Part of his assignment involved engaging with the press, promoting the British cause during wartime, and delivering lectures about his experience.

But espionage did not launch his writing career by accident.

On the third day of his job, he met C.S. Forester, a British novelist. Forester invited Dahl to lunch to interview him about the plane crash in the Libyan Desert so that he could use it in an article for The Saturday Evening Post. During lunch, Forester interviewed Dahl about the crash. Since taking notes while talking and eating was difficult, Dahl offered to write down all his memories of the crash himself and send them to Forester. Dahl got carried away and, instead of simply writing notes, wrote a full, vivid account of the plane crash. Afterwards, he titled it “A Piece of Cake”. Forester was impressed by Dahl’s writing talent and immediately sent the manuscript to The Saturday Evening Post, which published it as “Shot Down Over Libya”.

Dahl’s first published story was not originally intended to be a story at all. He was asked to describe an experience, but what began as a simple favour for a fellow writer became the start of Roald Dahl’s writing career.

After publication, Dahl continued writing on the side while still working during the war. In 1943, he wrote his first children’s story, The Gremlins, inspired by troublesome creatures from RAF folklore said to cause problems with aircraft. The book attracted the attention of Eleanor Roosevelt, who invited Dahl to the White House. He met Walt Disney, who bought the film rights. Although the book was published, the film version never came out. The project was abandoned. In the end, Disney created a picture book in 1943 entitled Walt Disney: The Gremlins (A Royal Air Force Story by Flight Lieutenant Roald Dahl). Random House in the United States and Collins in Australia and Great Britain published the book.

Roald Dahl was born on September 13, 1916, in Llandaff, Wales, to Norwegian immigrant parents, Harald Dahl and Sofie Magdalene Hesselberg. His childhood was marked by tragedy. When he was three, his seven-year-old sister, Astri, died from an infection caused by a burst appendix. Weeks later, his father died of pneumonia.

Dahl’s early childhood shaped much of his prose. He became familiar with corporal punishment and the behaviour of adults in positions of authority at school, experiences that later influenced themes and characters in his writing. 

After the war, he continued to write for a living, producing short stories for adults, mostly published in magazines, drawing on his experiences of war and his vivid imagination.

Dahl married American actress Patricia Neal in 1953. They had five children and remained married for 30 years. In 1960, their four-month-old son, Theo, was seriously injured when a taxi hit him and later developed hydrocephalus. In 1962, their seven-year-old daughter, Olivia, died of measles. Three years later, Patricia Neal suffered a series of strokes that left her unable to walk and impaired her speech. She eventually recovered, but the couple divorced in 1983.

Dahl died in 1990 at 74. 

He will always be remembered as a remarkable author who created memorable characters in children’s literature, including Charlie Bucket, Willy Wonka, Matilda, and James Trotter.

But one of the most interesting parts of Roald Dahl’s story occurred before any of them existed.

He was a fighter pilot who survived a crash.

A novelist asked him to tell the story.

And Dahl wrote it instead.

That story, which he titled “A Piece of Cake”, became his first published work.

Sometimes a writing career begins in the most unexpected place. For Roald Dahl, it came from a plane crash and “a piece of cake”.

Roald Dahl is celebrated on 13 September, the anniversary of his birth. The United Kingdom observes it, and it has since spread to countries including Australia, the United States, Canada, South Africa, and parts of Europe and Latin America.

Till next time,

Cheers!

References

Dietsch, D. K. (2013, November 26). Who slept here: Roald Dahl got writing start in Washington. The Washington Post. https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/magazine/who-slept-here-roald-dahl-got-writing-start-in-washington/2013/11/26/4887996a-b673-11e2-92f3-f291801936b8_story.html

Howard, K. (2026). Dahl biography. Roald Dahl Fans – Fan site for author Roald Dahl (1916-1990). https://www.roalddahlfans.com/about-dahl/dahl-biography/4/

Klein, C. (2025, May 27). When Roald dahl spied on the United States. HISTORY. https://www.history.com/articles/when-roald-dahl-spied-on-the-united-states

Prahl, A. (2020, February 18). Biography of Roald dahl, British novelist. ThoughtCo. https://www.thoughtco.com/biography-of-roald-dahl-british-novelist-4796610

Roald dahl. (2025, September 16). Encyclopedia Britannica. https://www.britannica.com/biography/Roald-Dahl

Did I Pee on the Chair?

From the Archive:

This humorous poem was originally written as a university assignment in sonic poetry and performed with a hip-hop backing track. Although the original music has been lost over time, the text remains, and with some revisions, as a reminder of an enjoyable experiment with sound, rhythm, and humour. The poem itself remains one of my favourite light-hearted pieces.

Did I Pee on the Chair?

My Pops took me to the vet 
For some meds I could get.
Pops started to fume and fret 
When I ate a fried croquette.

This vet is like a crazy dungeon.
It makes me yelp without compassion
Like eating a large onion 
or nibbling a bony luncheon.


“IT’S CRAZY!!!!”

Yeah, it’s crazy in here.
This place is what I fear.
It’s creepy and spooky 
It gives my fur the creepy-crawlies.

The Doc enters the room.
Her lipstick is va-va-voom.
Her hand moves like a magic voodoo
When she checks my super doggy doo-doo.

They call my Doc Michelle.
She smells like sweet caramel.
She’s delicious, oh, what the hell!
I wonder if I could chew her
With strawberries and butter.


“IT’S CRAZY!!!!”

Yeah, it’s crazy in here.
This place is what I fear.
It’s creepy and spooky
It gives my fur the creepy-crawlies.

She scratches my ears
and calls me a handsome boy
Then she holds the needle up;

that was abrupt.
I spin like a carousel
My tummy up in the air
Pretending I’m not scared
Until I peed on the chair.


“IT’S CRAZY!!!!”

Yeah, it’s crazy in here.
This place is what I fear.
It’s creepy and spooky
It gives my fur the creepy-crawlies.

Hey, Michelle, look what you’ve done
You pick on anyone
That makes us want to run.
I think you’re the one
Who loves collecting dung
So here’s a pile of buns
You’ll have so much fun.


“IT’S CRAZY!!!!”

Together, we all agreed, so listen to what we say!

Woof! Woof! Woof!

Meow! Meow! Meow!

Purr! Purr! Purr!

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

Grrrr!!

Hey, Pops, get me out of here.
It’s creepy and spooky.
It gives my fur the creepy-crawlies.

Hey, let me go.
Let me go…



–Ninagracia


Till next time.

Cheers!

Image: https://www.nicepng.com

Originally written for Curtin University assignment in 2021, this piece has been polished and reshaped for a broader audience.



The Last Knight

From the Archive:

This poem is an ekphrastic response to a digital painting created by the artist, Nathan May. It was written as an unpublished paper, the text remains, and with some revisions, the poem itself remains one of my favourite light-hearted pieces.

NF May “The Last Knight” (n.d.)

The Last Knight

When the full moon dips its head among those clouds                                  
the speck of shattered lights reveals who you are.                                         
Suddenly, everything around you is black                             
and only your shadow flies across the moon.
Why did you turn your head away from the light?                                        
Is it sadness from a broken heart,                   
from the world of suffering,               
or the pain of a shattered dream?
There are some things real about you.

Your weather-beaten face                               
bears the endless burning
of the ferocious sun.                                                   
Your rugged skin and deep wrinkles 
hold the memories that time refused to erase.
You’re tired and weary,
ignoring the wind that freezes 
every fibre of your being.  
Are you waiting for something worth holding on to?                                    
Is it a miracle that will never come?
You seem almost invisible,                                        
yet you are in plain sight
on a parched landscape.
A nameless mysterious soul–                                  
an ancient and medieval kind.
Perhaps you came here to beg 
for shelter,                                                       
for food,
a drink of water,
a warm place to sleep.  
The stench of dried sweat clinging to your robe                                            
is like an old faithful friend keeping you warm.
You bob your head down
to hide your face from the lights.
No one should see you. 
No one knows who you are,
or what you become.
Your long beard grizzled with white and grey,                      
cradles your broad masculine jaws.    
You stand in a vast and fabled soil–                        
spiritless, 
frazzled, 
and gaunt.    
But here, the artist in front of this canvas
perfected a hand stroke that brought you to life.
Perhaps, it is the young artist’s high spirit
and his dream of chivalry that brings you here.
You are the last Knight.
He wants you to live again to fight your war.
You won the toughest battles
so, what are you fighting for this time?
Who are you?
Are you the boy 
who drew the blade from the earth
the immortal king,
worthy of the crown?
Did you return 
to win back what was once yours?

Have you healed the wounds 
of betrayal and sins?
The dark and barbaric wars 
under your feet
were swiftly blown away 
by the restless wind.
And–
Did you know,
The empyrean kingdom of Camelot 
had perished many thousands of years ago, 
Your Highness.

–Ninagracia

Till next time.

Cheers!

Source:

May, N. (2021). CWG200 Writing Poetry [Unpublished Paper] Curtin University.


 

Creating Generative Value: Does our creativity have value in the generative world?

Many people, including me, wonder whether AI-generated content is authentic. 

I still remember the 2023 news when critics claimed that artificial intelligence systems were stealing people’s intellectual property. The feud between the Writers Guild of America (WGA) and the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers (AMPTP) led to a five-month writers’ strike, with writers arguing that studios should not use AI to replace their jobs, cut costs or improve efficiency, or to compromise writers’ compensation and credits. One issue that concerns writers is that AI could soon write Hollywood films or stream shows.

The issues at that time seemed insignificant to me. In reality, the world of artificial intelligence is here to stay. The future of creative writing faces a new kind of robust technology: a machine or intelligent being that could rapidly carry out a task or multiple tasks, rendering writers’ skills outdated or unwanted. It is snowballing and becoming popular for creating content and images. Some AI-generated content includes blogs, marketing materials, articles, and product descriptions. It is a whole new frontier of creative writing.

Computer technology has developed sophisticated machines that can generate pieces of writing that were normally produced through mental processes shaped by experience, beliefs, learning, and reasoning. Our appreciation for the values in creative composition remains essential in the modernistic new world by helping produce unique story ideas or create evocative visuals that align with traditional artistic principles. These intelligent machines would be excellent supportive sidekicks for me. But I still believe that I would benefit more from working with a mentor or a coach, which would help me move to a new tier in the writing industry. My experiences with failures, and trial and error can give me wisdom and awareness, allowing me to grow personally and learn how to flap my wings and fly.

So, does our creativity have value in the generative world? Yes, absolutely! It may look slightly different moving forward, but Generative AI will take us in new directions. According to techtarget.com, AI lacks the emotional intelligence to craft a story and the common sense of human behaviour. In addition, AI tools cannot create fresh ideas because they rely on existing web content and data, such as assisting in developing a story and characters, creating a captivating plot, and crafting a satisfying conclusion. In a generative world, the structure and the way the story is written are preserved, even though the generative tool adds a layer of innovation and variety to the creative process. It’s a blend of classic storytelling principles and cutting-edge technology. Ultimately, we must continue to read through and review AI-generated content for quality

Till next time.

Cheers!

References

Goodfellow, M. (2023, October 3). William Boyd, Annie Ernaux, Deborah Levy, Luc Dardenne & Fernando Trueba join 200 creatives to sound the alarm over AI becoming an “Alternative for human creation”. Deadline. https://deadline.com/2023/10/200-creatives-sound-alarm-over-ai-alternative-for-human-creation-1235562508/

Hetler, A. (2023, September 21). Pros and cons of AI-generated content | TechTarget. WhatIs.com. https://www.techtarget.com/whatis/feature/Pros-and-cons-of-AI-generated-content

May, N. (2023, November 6). Creating generative value: Does our creativity have value in the generative world?[Republished from aworkinprogressauthor]. Ninagracia. https://ninagracia.com

Symon, E. (2023, September 25). WGA, AMPTP reach tentative agreement to end 146 day long strike. California Globe – California Political News. https://californiaglobe.com/fr/wga-amptp-reach-tentative-agreement-to-end-146-day-long-strike/

TechBullion. https://techbullion.com/from-words-to-ideas-exploring-the-role-of-artificial-intelligence-in-generating-creative-writing

That’s what friends are for

These two wonderful poems, which I particularly love and thought worth sharing with everyone, have been gathering dust in my old files.

The Poetry of Pausing

After reading this poem, I remembered that, like everyone else who struggles to put their phone down to talk to a friend, I looked at my busy schedule and asked whether I am a good friend or just busy. Sometimes all we need is a break from the busyness of our lives, and a brief chat with a friend can refreshingly lighten our load. This poem is a friendly reminder to slow down, connect with others, and make time for the people who matter.

A Time to Talk
—Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road 
And slows his horse to a meaning walk, 
I don’t stand still and look around 
On all the hills I haven’t hoed, 
And shout from where I am, What is it? 
No, not as there is a time to talk. 
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, 
Blade-end up and five feet tall, 
And plod: I go up to the stone wall 
For a friendly visit.

About the Author:

Robert Frost was America’s most celebrated poet, earning four Pulitzer Prizes and serving as Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 1958 to 1959. His most famous poem, “The Road Not Taken”, explores the theme of choice.

The Poetry of Keeping the Gold and Collecting Silver

There is something magical about sharing history with someone, and a sheer joy in discovering a new connection. This poem is meaningful to me because I treasure my friendships and always welcome new ones. Old friends share our memories and life experiences, while new friends bring fresh energy and opportunities to connect. The poem celebrates the value of friendship in all its forms.

New Friends and Old Friends
—Joseph Parry

Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.
New-made friendships, like new wine,
Age will mellow and refine.
Friendships that have stood the test-
Time and change- are surely best;
Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray;
Friendship never knows decay.
For ‘mid old friends, tried and true,
Once more we our youth renew.
But old friends, alas! may die;
New friends must their place supply.
Cherish friendship in your breast-
New is good, but old is best;
Make new friends, but keep the old;

Those are silver, these are gold

About the Author:        

 Joseph Parry was a Welsh musician and composer.The poem “New Friends and Old Friends” was written in the early 1890s, dedicated to his friends in Wales and Pennsylvania.

Till next time.

Cheers!

References

Ambrose, G. P. (1959). PARRY, JOSEPH (1841 – 1903), musician. Dictionary of Welsh Biography. Retrieved June 26, 2026, from https://biography.wales/article/s-PARR-JOS-1841

Poem: New friends and old friends by Joseph Parry. (n.d.). Poetry Nook. Retrieved June 26, 2026, from https://www.poetrynook.com/poem/new-friends-and-old-friends

Powell. (n.d.). How old is song/poem that begins “Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold?”. reddit.com. https://www.reddit.com/user/ResolveSweet3391/

Robert Frost. (2014, February 4). Poets.org. Retrieved June 26, 2026, from https://poets.org/poet/robert-frost

A time to talk by Robert Frost. (n.d.). All Poetry – The world’s largest poetry site : All Poetry. Retrieved June 26, 2026, from https://allpoetry.com/A-Time-To-Talk

A Voice That Inspired Change

“The times they are a-changin'”
— Bob Dylan, The Times They Are a-Changin’ (1964)

When I was a child, I remember hearing the radio and my father humming quietly to a song by a famous singer whose name I didn’t know. That small moment stayed with me, and years later, inspired me to learn more about this legendary American folk singer-songwriter.

He received many music awards during his career. In 2016, he was given the Nobel Prize in Literature “for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition”. This decision drew both praise and criticism, as some questioned whether such a prestigious literary honour should be awarded to a songwriter. The Nobel Prize recognised his influence on literature through his songs.

He turned 85 on May 24 this year. Robert Allen Zimmerman, known as Bob Dylan, was born on May 24, 1941, in Duluth, Minnesota, to Abram Zimmerman, who owned an appliance shop, and Beatrice Stone. They belonged to a small Jewish community. According to Dylan’s autobiography, Chronicles: Volume One, his paternal grandmother’s maiden name was Kirghiz, and her family came from Turkey. Dylan grew up in Hibbing, Minnesota, from the age of six. As a child, he learned to play the piano, guitar, and harmonica. He listened to blues, country, and later, rock and roll. In high school, he played in school bands performing rock and roll and often copying his idol, Little Richard, by shouting and pounding on the piano. This helped him develop his passion for music.

In 1961, after his first year at the University of Minnesota, Dylan left Minnesota for Manhattan to visit his musical hero, Woody Guthrie, who was very ill and hospitalised. Guthrie had a big influence on Dylan’s early music, and Dylan once said he wanted to be Guthrie’s greatest disciple. In Manhattan, Dylan played in many music clubs, performing folk songs, ballads, and blues for audiences searching for deeper meaning. As a singer-songwriter, he wrote lyrics exploring social, political, philosophical, and personal themes. Over the years, he stood out among other musicians and inspired change. 

In his memoir, Dylan explained that he chose the stage name Dylan after the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas, who gave poetry readings and had a strong influence on American mainstream values and traditions. Dylan’s music became the voice in the 1960s civil rights movement for young Americans seeking racial equality and social justice. Two of his songs, “Blowin’ in the Wind” and “The Times They Are a-Changin’ ” inspired many people to speak out and call for change.

Dylan’s songs and modern poetry changed the literary and cultural world. His work reflects the civil rights movement, anti-war activism, changing lifestyle, social norms, and belief systems of his time, and has been studied in schools and universities since the mid-1960s. The University of Tulsa, a top private research school, also holds the exclusive Bob Dylan archive. This collection includes thousands of notes, song drafts, letters, photos, tapes, and videos, among other items.

Till next time.

Cheers!

References

Bob Dylan. (n.d.). Astronomy & Astrophysics Group | University of Glasgow. https://www.astro.gla.ac.uk/users/jcb18j/fakewiki/bobdylan.html

Bob Dylan: Songwriter, poet, archive, institute, impact. (2021, April 6). The University of Tulsa. https://utulsa.edu/news/dylan-archive-institute-latham/

Bob Dylan-Facts. (n.d.). NobelPrize.org. Retrieved June 16, 2026, from https://www.nobelprize.org/prizes/literature/2016/dylan/facts/>

Dent, C. (2023, September 30). How did Bob Dylan win the Nobel prize in literature? The Collector. https://www.thecollector.com/bob-dylan-nobel-prize-literature/

Family tree of Bob Dylan. (n.d.). Geneastar. Retrieved June 16, 2026, from https://en.geneastar.org/genealogy/zimmermanr/bob-dylan

Kooper, A. (2026, April 17). Bob Dylan. Encyclopedia Britannica. Retrieved June 16, 2026, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Bob-Dylan

Mintz, S. (2024, April 15). Bob Dylan, music, poetry, theory. Inside Higher Ed | Higher Education News, Events and Jobs. Retrieved June 16, 2026, from https://www.insidehighered.com/opinion/columns/higher-ed-gamma/2024/04/15/bob-dylan-music-poetry-theory

Orteza, A. (2024). Bob Dylan. EBSCO Research. Retrieved June 16, 2026, from https://www.ebsco.com/research-starters/biography/bob-dylan#bob-dylan

Smith, E. (n.d.). Bob Dylan: A musical contribution to civil rights. DC Life Magazine. Retrieved June 16, 2026, from https://dclifemagazine.com/celebrity/bob-dylan-a-musical-contribution-to-civil-rights/

Muuuum!!


Mother’s Day is widely celebrated on the second Sunday in May in many countries to honour mothers, grandmothers, and maternal figures with gifts, flowers, or an afternoon tea or brunch at their favourite restaurants.

Sometimes we write poems to express our love and gratitude for all the effort, love, and sacrifices they’ve made for us. It’s sweet and lovely, even if it’s only once a year.

But what if we turn the tables and let our dear mothers express their undying love for us? Let’s see what they want to say to us after all these years. You might be surprised!

“For every mother who has ever tried to drink coffee while someone shouted ‘Muuuum!’ from another room, this one is for you.”

To all dear children and husbands,
Here’s what our mothers would like to tell us:

From the series: A Smile in Rhyme

Muuuum!
(A Mother’s Day Wishlist)

Another year.
Another day.
And a few more grey hairs
between chaos and love.

To the family I love dearly —

Despite the noise, the laundry,
and whoever left the wet towels
on the floor again,

your mother would like to say
a few important things.

This year, children,
after years of loyal service
and unpaid overtime,

I would like to announce
to everyone within hearing distance:

I want one uninterrupted cup of coffee.

Please stop shouting “Mum!”
from another room.

Bend down.
Look under your bed.
The missing sock is probably there.

And my journey to the bathroom
would be far more relaxing
if nobody shouted “Muuuum!”
through the closed door.

Mummy is having a timeout.
She would like to pee alone.

And to whoever keeps opening the fridge
and declaring,

“There’s nothing to eat!”

There is another name for vegetables.

It’s called food.

I recently discovered
a soft, comfy couch in the lounge.

Apparently, it is used
for sitting down.

So here I lie quietly,
staring at the ceiling,

resting beside unfolded clothes,
socks, and lonely undies.

And to you, dear husband —

Roses are lovely.
Chocolates are sweet.

But before handing me toast
and instant coffee,

did you clean the kitchen
and close the fridge?

And if you still believe
I possess magical powers
to find things you thought were lost,

my secret is simple:

I open my eyes.

And guess what?

It was directly in front of you.

They say behind every successful child
is a mother asking,

“Did you brush your teeth?”

a thousand times.

And behind the chaos,
the noise,
and the kitchen fire alarm,

is a husband making breakfast
while turning the kitchen
into a crime scene.

I love deeply
and lose my temper daily —

sometimes within the same minute.

But despite the noise,
the mess,
the missing socks,
and the broken sleep,

I would not trade
this beautiful madness
for anything in the world


–Ninagracia

Happy Mother’s Day

Till next time,

Cheers!

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Beatrix Potter



“I remember I used to half-believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense?”

 – Beatrix Potter
Journal, November 17, 1896 from the National Trust collection

BEATRIX POTTER

Author and Illustrator

It was a cartoon character created on September 4, 1893, by a British author and illustrator, and it was sent in a letter to a four-year-old sick little boy. In her letter to him, she wrote that she didn’t know what to write, so she would tell him a story with drawings about the four little rabbits named Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

The author and illustrator was Helen Beatrix Potter, and the four-year-old boy was Noel Moore, the son of her former governess, Annie Moore. Her first picture letter to Noel served as the basis for her book, which featured black-and-white illustrations. From that letter, she developed the illustrated book The Tale of Peter Rabbit, which she self-published in 1901 and which Frederick Warne & Co. published in 1902, making it one of the best-selling children’s books.

The character Peter Rabbit was shaped by Edwardian cultural, social, and aesthetic attitudes in the United Kingdom and was intended to introduce young readers to the dangers of the adult world and the consequences of their actions.

Born on July 28, 1866, in Bolton Gardens, Kensington, England, Helen Beatrix Potter was the daughter of Rupert Potter, a wealthy barrister whose family owned a textile printing business, and Helen, who was a wealthy cotton merchant. The Potters were upper-middle-class and moved to London from the industrial North to adopt London sophistication. However, they were often drawn back to the countryside. Beatrix’s parents left her in the care of nursemaids, governesses, and servants. She was educated at home by a succession of governesses, the last of whom, Annie Moore, was three years older than she. She had no contact with other children until her brother, Bertram, was born when she was five years old. The siblings were left to find their own sources of amusement. The large upper floor of the nursery became their play area, and there, surrounded by piles of illustrated books and magazines, Beatrix discovered her talent and passion for drawing. Both siblings shared a passion for the arts and nature. They kept several pets, including mice, frogs, bats, rabbits, and even hedgehogs, and collected butterflies and other insects.

In the 1890s, Beatrix continued to send stories and drawings to Noel and his siblings, shaping the early versions of the characters in Peter Rabbit, The Tale of Benjamin Bunny, The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin, and The Tale of Mr Jeremy Fisher. Beatrix and Annie Moore became close friends, a bond that endured into Beatrix’s adulthood. Annie recognised the potential in Beatrix’s work and suggested that Beatrix could turn those stories into published children’s books.

Beatrix used most of her time recording her pets’ expressions and movements, paying particular attention to the rabbits Benjamin Bouncer and Peter Piper, whose names and appearances inspired the characters Benjamin Bunny and Peter Rabbit.

Beatrix maintained her relationship with her publisher, Frederick Warne and Co., for many years, and it became personal when she became romantically involved with his son and editor, Norman Warne. She accepted his proposal of marriage in 1905, but he died of leukaemia a month after they announced their wedding plans.

By 1930, Beatrix had given up writing entirely after marrying her local solicitor, William Heelis. She devoted her time to being his wife and to farming. In her sixties, she became an accomplished sheep farmer. This role led to her election as president of the Herdwick Sheep Breeders Association.

On December 22, 1943, Beatrix died of complications from pneumonia and heart disease, leaving several thousand acres of land to Great Britain’s National Trust to ensure the beauty of the Lake District remained in a pure, natural state. She also left a legacy of enchanting stories that have entertained and engaged generations of children. Her stories continue to sell millions of copies a year.

Till next time.

Cheers!

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