My Apology.

by | Jul 19, 2018 | Blog | 0 comments

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To anyone who reads and follows my blog,

I have used Another Beautiful Rhyme as a platform to write about my life and my experiences for the past 8 years. It was initially a blog about my life as an aspiring writer for my university course but quickly became a place where I would freely express my thoughts and feelings and be honest about my true experiences in life.

If there have been any recent posts on this blog that have caused upset or distress to anyone reading it then I apologise. This was and never will be my intention. I have removed all of my blog posts about my teaching experience.

In hindsight, I know that these reflections should have not been published on a public platform such as this blog and I am deeply sorry for crossing the professional boundaries for which I should I have upheld. I offer my sincere apologies to anyone who was affected by my words. The consequence of my naivety is living with the disappointment in myself for not being conscious of my own mistakes.

Sincerest apologies again.

Writer of Another Beautiful Rhyme.

Written by Emma-Jane Barlow

 Emma-Jane Barlow is a 32 year-old author, poet, writer and autism advocate from the UK. She has been writing poetry since the age of seven and finds comfort in writing about her life experiences. She has two published books and is currently working on a third.

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