The Street I Grew Up On

Lacey Taylor is the star of her own series of books, first introduced in My Husband’s Sin before moving forward in Don’t Call Me Mum. With the Lacey Taylor story due to continue in book three next year, I thought it’d be a fun and enriching experience to explore her character and her backstory in more detail. And so was born Letters From Lacey, online exclusive stories from her past to run alongside the books. I’m delighted to dive deeper into this wonderful character as time goes on! And who knows, if all goes well, I may start expanding other characters from the books too!


Dear Readers,

The street where I grew up on was once filled with the noise of laughing children. We would be in and out of each other’s houses, playing in the back gardens, eating dinner in which ever friend’s house we were at rather than break the fun and go home.

Sounds so idyllic and it was for my older sisters and brother. Not so much for me. I did have friends, lovely friends, people I was in school with. But mum never liked it when they came to my house. She would discourage it not by saying anything but by the frosty cold air that followed us as we would venture out to the garden or into the sitting room. I was never allowed bring them upstairs. So after a while my friends stopped calling over to mine. It was better if I went to theirs.

Willow, Sally and Robert, my siblings were always enjoying their friends over, even up in their bedrooms listening to music, but not me.

Our house was built in the late fifties early sixties, I heard Dad talking about it one time. It’s in south Dublin, a sought after area my mum kept saying. It is red brick front and detached, has a garage too. We were considered posh because of that, having a detached house. Flower beds that winded around the two cherry blossom trees in the front garden filled it with colour.

There’s a gravel driveway and I remember listening out for Dad’s car as he returned from work. He was wonderful, full of fun and hugs. Always telling me he loved me.
Later when we were older, the bus service put a bus stop close to our house and my mum went berserk, how dare they! The traffic became heavier too, we no longer had the quiet residential street of my siblings’ youth. Lots of things were different when I was growing up from their time. Guess that’s what comes from being the baby of the family.

Keep in touch and let me know if you have any questions from my story in My Husband’s Sin or Don’t Call Me Mum.

I so enjoy writing to you on here.

Lacey x


If you love Lacey as much as I do, be sure to check out her series and follow for more 😊 I plan to publish at least a couple of these letters each week, alongside the usual writing tips and updates you’d expect 🙂 For fans of the series, be sure to share this with your friends and family… It’s more Lacey! And you won’t find these stories in her books…

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