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Seven Days of Electric Eclectic Novelettes – Day 5

One Christmas


One Christmas

by Karen J Mossman

“My name is Tina and I want to tell you about what happened to us one Christmas. My story is sad and funny and ultimately the happy ending we all love.”

Life is full of ups and downs and even when things are bad, there is always humour, because life is like that.




Tina is a wonderful character and easy to relate to. Her story is superbly told in this wonderful and poignant story about a family coping with tragedy. Sad, humourous, uplifting, and filled with hope.

An emotional story, about ordinary people with normal lives, that’s easy to imagine being a part of.

Karen Mossman has an amazing talent for taking ‘everyday’ situations and turning them into relatable and interesting tales that are a joy to read.


Karen J Mossman:

9c1ed96139d1d6d1d7129cafb294992dI’ve always had an active imagination and it needed an outlet. So as a child I’d make up stories to tell my siblings.

As I teenager, I wrote pages and pages of words that made no sense to anyone but me. Eventually, a spark of imagination was all it took for them to become fully formed

These days I’m a multi-genre author and writing for Electric Eclectic will enable me to explore a good mix of stories.

My first book under EE is a family drama at Christmas and my second is a Science Fiction story where the heroine travels back in time. I had such fun writing this one.

Look out for a diverse collection of stories from me in the future.

A few years ago I moved to an island with the most beautiful of landscapes, both sea, beaches and countryside. Long walks taking in the views releases my muse, and my imagination will know no bounds. One day I’ll write a story just for you, set on this mysterious island.

I love words and on my website, you’ll discover a magical world.

Follow my website at the Magic of Stories and take a break from the real world to one of escapism.

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Other Electric Eclectic Novelettes by Karen J. Mossman:

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Down by The River
A Cry in the Night
Distant Time


Books by Karen J. Mossman:

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The Truth Will Out
The Secret
Joanna’s Journey


The Themed Collection by Karen J. Mossman:

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Behind The Music
The Missing


Seven Days of Electric Eclectic Novelettes

The Secret by Karen J. Mossman
Books I Read in January ’17
Books I Read November & December 2016
Books I Read In December 2015


Of Life, Death, Aliens and Zombies by Dario Cannizzaro


 Title: Of Life, Death, Aliens and Zombies
Author: Dario Cannizzaro
Genre: Literary Short Story Collection

41gutawb6glMisnomer on purpose, this amazing debut rocks nine short and amusing stories that talk about life, death (as the title suggests), love, loneliness, art, sex, drugs, culture, religion but also – much less than you would expect – aliens, zombies and much more.

Ordinary characters facing extraordinary situations, dry humor, philosophical musing dressed as whimsical, offhand commentary; those are the key elements for this incredible authorial debut.

The collection comprehends three previously published stories (“The Galway Review”, “Two Thousand Words” and “Chantwood Magazine”); five new unpublished pieces; and for the first time in English, the best-selling story “Impurità”, which was Selected Work in iBooks Italy 2012.




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The Author:

71zg3kltzdl-_ux250_DARIO CANNIZZARO was born in the sun-eaten Naples, Italy in 1982. He moved to Ireland in 2011, and has called it home ever since. He started writing short stories at seven, which are shamefully lost forever, but has never stopped writing since. His works have been published in Italian and English in Literary Magazines such as The Galway Review, Two Thousand Words and Chantwood Magazine.

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Me, My Family and Mental Health

I’ve been debating whether to do this post for a while but, having seen and read the Time to Change website, I’ve decided to share my story to  help others understand. Since making that decision to do it, it has taken me three days to write it…. because of my gibberish problem (see below*) and even longer to have the nerve to post it!!

Mental health has been an issue for at least 3 generations of females in my family, but it has affected us all in different ways.

I was diagnosed with clinical depression and anxiety in my early twenties and have been prescribed a variety of different anti-depressants over the years. Even with the anti-depressants, I have no self-confidence or self-esteem. The thought of meeting new people scares me, as does being in a group of people, even having to talk to someone I know makes me nervous. I don’t like going out in case someone talks to me because I don’t know what to say to them. *When I do talk to people I feel as though I’m talking gibberish, even doing this  post I feel like I’m typing  gobbledygook!
I have times when I have no interest in things, when I get irritable, when I have no energy or when I am tearful for no reason. On a good note though, I am not suicidal, although I have been in the past.


We often use the expression ‘I feel depressed’ when we’re feeling sad or miserable about life. Usually, these feelings pass in due course. But, if the feelings are interfering with your life and don’t go away after a couple of weeks, or if they come back, over and over again, for a few days at a time, it could be a sign that you’re depressed in the medical sense of the term.

In its mildest form, depression can mean just being in low spirits. It doesn’t stop you leading your normal life, but makes everything harder to do and seem less worthwhile. At its most severe, major depression (clinical depression) can be life-threatening, because it can make you feel suicidal or simply give up the will to live.


If you’ve read any of my previous posts you’ll have seen me mention Zoe. Zoe is my youngest daughter and I think that we’re very close. She has two children, an 8-year-old girl and a 5-year-old boy. She now lives with her daughters dad but hasn’t always done so.

Zoe was  diagnosed  with BPD (borderline personality disorder) when she was 21.

Borderline personality disorder (BPD)

BPD is one of many personality disorders listed in the diagnostic manuals used by clinicians when they are giving someone a psychiatric diagnosis.

Below are the symptoms of borderline personality disorder according to recent government guidelines. A doctor will diagnose borderline personality disorder in persons who have five or more of these symptoms and if the symptoms have a significant impact on them.

  • Having emotions that are up and down (for example, feeling confident one day and feeling despair another), with feelings of emptiness and often anger
  • Black and white thinking. idealisation to devaluation
  • Difficulty in making and maintaining relationships
  • Having an unstable sense of identity, such as thinking differently about yourself depending on who you are with
  • Taking risks or doing things without thinking about the consequences
  • Harming yourself or thinking about harming yourself (for example, cutting yourself or overdosing)
  • Fearing being abandoned or rejected or being alone
  • Sometimes believing in things that are not real or true (called delusions) or seeing or hearing things that are not really there (called hallucinations).

People with borderline personality disorder have high rates of other mental health related problems, such as depression, anxiety, eating disorders and substance misuse (drugs or alcohol).
The question of ‘personality disorders’ is controversial, as what some experts term as ‘personality’ others regard as ‘the self’; so any suggestion that a person’s self is disordered, damaged or flawed can be distressing.

BPD is thought to affect less than one percent of the general population. It’s been estimated that three-quarters of those given this diagnosis are women. It’s a condition that is usually diagnosed in adults only.

Research shows that people with BPD are more likely to have suicidal thoughts and make suicide attempts compared to people with other psychiatric diagnoses.

While mental health experts now generally agree that the name “borderline personality disorder” is misleading, a more accurate term does not exist yet.

The causes of BPD are unclear. Most researchers think that BPD develops through a combination of factors, including temperament, childhood and adolescent experiences. Difficult life events such as the early loss of a parent, childhood neglect, sexual or physical abuse are common in people diagnosed with BPD though this is not always the case. Stressful experiences, such as the break-up of a relationship or the loss of a job, can lead to already present symptoms of BPD getting worse.


Seeing Zoe live with a lot of the symptoms above has been heartbreaking for me, especially when you look at the causes of BPD.

Due to my own mental health issues and the inability to cope, I put my children into care.  It wasn’t a decision I made easily, but I honestly thought that they would be better off with people who could care for them better than I was able to. I didn’t know how wrong could I be.
While the eldest two went to live permanently with my parents, my two younger children, after a brief stay with my parents, were pushed from pillar to post in the ‘care’ system.
I’d like to think that there are great foster parents somewhere out there, that there are people who take children in because they want to help them and look after them and don’t just see them as a cash cow. But if there are, then I don’t know where they were when my children needed a home.
My children were neglected and abused, and I was mostly kept in the dark. When I did find things out and tried my best to help them, I was patronised or ignored… everyone knew better than me…. and the things I did find out at the time were nothing compared to what I know now.
I have regrets, I wish things could have been different for all of us, and I feel a great deal of guilt, but I made a decision which I thought was right at that time.

I have seen Zoe suffer, I have seen the results of her self-harming, and I have sat at the side of her hospital bed desperately hoping that she will be ok.  I’ve had to watch her dive heart-first into abusive or destructive relationships rather than be alone, unable to prevent the inevitable outcome, only able to try to pick up the pieces afterward. I’ve watched her move house impulsively, packed and gone (or just gone), within days, on more occasions than I care to think about. I’ve seen her need help, but either not ask for it or not get it until it’s too late.
Through all of it I have tried to be there for her, whenever she needed or wanted me to be, but I don’t know if it was enough.

I have also witnessed her fight for a good life for herself and her children, and I’ve seen her give up, only to come back stronger and fight again.
I’m watching her now, build a life for family and I hope, with all my heart, that she will succeed.  I also hope she knows, that I will do anything within my power to help them.

If you would like to read or understand how having BPD affects Zoe, check out her blog Living On The Borderline


My eldest daughter, Claire, is married, has two boys aged 7 and 11, with a third due in September.
I can’t say too much about Claire as we don’t talk often. She generally only rings when she has a problem, is upset or has some great new. Nine times out of ten when I ring her she is too busy to talk for long.
I don’t know whether she has actually been diagnosed with a mental health illness, but I do know that she recently spent a week in rehab for alcohol abuse. However at different times she has told me she is bipolar and/or schizophrenic. She isn’t, as far as I know, being treated for either condition.
She does have problems staying in relationships as the grass always seems greener elsewhere. She is also a fantasist and an attention seeker.
I have to admit I don’t understand her very well and I feel bad about that, although having done some research I think I am more understanding than I was. I do wish she could just be honest and open, and maybe that would help her get some help with her problem. I also hope that she will be able to settle in her on and off, and on again, relationship with her husband.

Attention seeking.

Some behavioral problems seem to plague compulsive overeaters and substance abusers more than other groups. Excess attention seeking appears to be one of them. All humans require attention. Without getting and giving attention, you could not have a social species. Getting attention is necessary for life’s vital enterprises and can be the difference between life and death in a crisis. Therefore, not getting adequate attention can threaten the quality and sustainability of life. Thus, getting functional social attention is understandable. However, extreme attention seekers go to unhealthy lengths that are driven by emotional desperation.

Excessive attention seeking is not a character flaw. It is a brain wiring response to early developmental trauma caused by neglect though not all neglect is evidence of a lack of love. People only have so much they can give; sometimes that is not enough. The developing brain observes its environment and wires itself accordingly to survive in that world that it presumes will be like those experiences.


My Mum is another person I really do not understand.

She has had depression. She spent some time on a psychiatric ward when I was 17. You would expect her to have some understanding or empathy for myself and my daughters, but you’d be wrong.
She is definitely a member of the old ‘snap out of it, pull your socks up and get over it‘ brigade.

She seems to think that I no longer have a problem, that my not ‘not liking’ to meet new people is because I am shy. She doesn’t realise that when we are out together and she talks to anyone and everyone, that all I want to do is run away and hide, or even curl up and die, that I couldn’t be happier if the ground opened and swallowed me up.

When she talks to me about my daughters, she says things like… “We know what it’s like” and “We know how it feels”, but she doesn’t know what it’s like for me, for Zoe or for Claire.

I don’t know how it feels to be Zoe!

I don’t know how it feels to be Claire!

I know how it feels to be me and it’s not good, and I’m not over it, and I’m guessing that after 30 years of not being able to snap out of it, I probably never will!


So, there it is, a brief look into my family’s fight with Mental Health. Writing this post has been a struggle for me, but if it helps even one person overcome the stigma of mental health, or helps a single person change their attitude towards people with mental health problems, then it has been worth it.

25 Years

“Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.”
– Mark Twain

Yesterday was my silver wedding anniversary… 25 years of marriage to a wonderful man.

The past 25 years have been a journey, we’ve had a few bumps along the way and we’ve had our ups and downs. We’ve argued and made up more times than I can remember. We’ve had peaceful times, and days, sometimes weeks, filled with drama. We’ve made it through the hard times and appreciated the good times.

“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.”
– Aristotle

I found my soul mate and my best friend when we met in October 1989. We were married in June 1990, at Lancaster Registry Office in a  quiet ceremony. There were only seven people in the room.  As well as the Registrar and his assistant, myself and Brian, there were our two witnesses,  and my youngest daughter, Zoe, who was just one-year-old. We don’t have any photos from the day, just our memories. We didn’t have much money… we didn’t have much of anything really, but we had each other, the sun was shining and we had a good day!

“Together is my favorite place to be.”

We’ve celebrated our anniversary each year, the same way as we got married – quietly and together. A card, a gift, and maybe a drink or two in the evening at home, watching tv or a film.

Our celebration yesterday wasn’t much different, but we did have a small get together with Zoe and her children. Just a few sandwiches and nibbles, some biscuits, buns and a cake.

 “Family is what happens when two people fall in love.”

For me, the celebrations started last month when I started looking for a new wedding ring. My original ring hasn’t fit for a number of years and had to be split so I could continue to wear it. I have a silver ring, as I don’t like gold, and a silver anniversary seemed an appropriate time to replace it.


I booked in for a tattoo,  which I wanted to keep secret until the day.  I’d had an idea involving a bee (B for Brian) and one of his favourite flowers which would be either a dahlia or a pansy, wasn’t sure which.

I wanted to decorate the room with balloons, and silver and red hearts, and I needed to make an anniversary card.

“One love, one heart, one destiny.”
-Bob Marley

We found some nice rings and chose one. Having decided on a pansy for the tattoo, I drew my idea and sent it to the tattooist. I designed and made the card, incorporating the same flower, and, because I felt like it, I made a felt pansy as well. The silver and red hearts were easy and quick to do with the scan’n’cut.

On Wednesday, I had my tattoo….


On Thursday, I baked a cake and on Friday I iced it. Early yesterday morning I inflated the balloons with helium, tied them to ribbons and attached some of the hearts to the ribbons. The rest of the hearts went on the window. I wrapped his gift and signed the card, ready for when Brian woke up.


We had a quiet morning. Brian was surprised by the decorations. He put the new ring on my finger. He loved the card and the tattoo.

The afternoon was livelier with Zoe and my grandchildren. We talked, we ate, we had a drink of cham…. ermm… sparkling wine, we had a great time.c

It was just the two of us again in the evening curled up on the couch and watching a film. I couldn’t have wished for a more perfect day!

I can’t imagine a future without Brian… here’s hoping for another 25 years!

“If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart and I’ll stay there forever.”
– Winnie The Pooh

A brief history.

When I started this blog I had loads of ideas and lots of things I wanted to say and do.
However, I have sat here time after time for the past few days and my mind has gone blank!


So I figure I’ll tell you a bit about myself, and my family….

My Dad joined the military straight from school and, following in his father footsteps, became a soldier in the Royal Engineers.

My Mum lived with her parents in ‘The Lamb and Flag’, in Ripon.

They met when my Dad was based at the camp in Ripon, and  were married in Ripon Cathedral in March ’62.


Shortly after he was transferred to Aldershot, where my sister was born in March ’63 and I followed along in Feb ’64.

That makes me an ‘Army Brat’, and  51 years young.

I have lived in many houses, in many towns, but all in the UK. I don’t remember living in Aldershot, Winterslow or Middle Wallop. The first place I vaguely remember living is Tidworth, and it was there that I went to ‘Kindergarten’, and started infants school. I was still in infant school when we moved to Radcliffe.


We moved to Brighouse when my parents left army quarters and bought their own house. I went to Junior School and then to Grammer School in Brighouse, then did my last year of senior school in Brentford. I left school in ’80, with o’ levels in maths, english, english lit., french and art. I moved back to Brighouse and started working for the Yorkshire Water Authority.

I married in ’81 and lived in Illingworth for the following 8 years, albeit in 3 different houses. My eldest daughter was born in October ’81, and I was separated from her dad just before her first birthday!! My eldest son was born in May ’83, and my divorce was finalised in ’84.


I had two more children, a son in ’87 and a daughter in ’89. I moved to Morecambe in ’89, shortly before their dad and I also went our separate ways.

I met Brian, a born and bred Lancastrian, in Morecambe in ’89, we were married in ’90 and moved to Bolton le Sands in ’91.


24 years later we are still living in the same flat and Brian and I will be celebrating our silver wedding anniversary in a couple of weeks time.