http://slow.writerscafe.org/SiobhanWelch The original writings of author Siobhan Welch en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215562 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This appears to bewho I am �" a 67 year old infant, desperate beyond all measure forsomeone to accept me as I am. For my existence to mean something tosomeone. I was watching TopBoy Summerhouse the other day. A severely depressed Jamaican womenliving on an east L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SiobhanWelch/2882350/ I feel you, mysister, in the core of my being. I’m 10 years older than you, tothe day. Both of us had mothers who were not capable of beingmothers because their own mothers were not capable of it either. Mine crossed an ocean, only to get swept up in the tide ofpentecostal lunacy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SiobhanWelch/2869410/ Thinking aboutSinead O’ConnorI can’t seem toget over how much her early life and mine ran parallel. We are 10years apart, to the day. 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