#GuestPost Mothers & Daughters by Sylvia Broady, author of “Daughter Of The Sea”

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 I am drawn to writing mother and daughter relationships, which I love.

Mothers and daughters have a special relationship. I speak from experience, both personally, and as a writer. On the annual Mothers’ Day, I pay tribute to my dear mother who died many years ago. I appreciate her struggle and the sacrifices she made to keep me safe in difficult circumstances.

From the moment of my daughter’s birth, she was precious to me. I nurtured her through babyhood to childhood, to those mystified teenage years, and guided her into womanhood. Now she is a mother herself and we share a closeness, an extra bond of understanding. Sometimes our roles are reversed and she becomes the mother and I her child. This is a wonderful act of caring and of enduring love.

In my book, Daughter of the Sea, I am Jessica and I find out that the woman I called mother wasn’t my mother. So who is my mother? And where is she? What is her name? She appears surrounded in a finely spun web of mystery. To my knowledge, only my late, beloved father knew of her existence. So I am a daughter searching for her mother. I dream of her, this mystical mother, and see her floating in the sea, like a mermaid with her long hair flowing. I reach out to her, trying to catch hold of her hands and draw her close to me, to embrace her in my arms, but she disappears, becoming invisible once more.

Alone, I stand on the seashore, bereft of my unknown mother and her love.

In my book, The Lost Daughter, I become Alice. I love and care for my young daughter; she is the most cherished person in my life. My husband is a cruel, selfish brute who lashes out with his fists. Trying to keep my beloved daughter safe from him, I escape to run to the police station for help, when I am involved in a road accident. Hospitalised with injuries and with loss of memory, months later when I recover, my worst nightmare unfolds. My daughter, Daisy, is missing, so I set out to find her. But in the1930s, I am classed as “a bad mother” and no one will help me find her.

As a mother, how would cope if your daughter, your beloved child, goes missing?

Mother’s Day, or Mothering Sunday, is on the fourth Sunday of Lent, is a lovely tradition, which originated in the British Isles around the 1600s. Celebrated in churches, children picked wild flowers for their mothers to celebrate their love. The tradition faded, and it wasn’t until after WW2 that Mother’s Day, as we know it today, was revived. A giving of flowers and cards to our mother and to celebrate in church. The gift of love from mother to her children is precious and cherished when received with joy.





‘Well-paced … genuinely gripping’ Historical Novels Review

Jessica is grieving for her beloved father, trawler owner Jacob Kingdom, when a heated confrontation ends with her being cast out from the family home and the revelation of a shameful secret. She falls upon the kindness of strangers and meets a charismatic trawlerman, who is proud to walk out with Kingdom’s daughter.

But with her cold-hearted brother at the helm of the family business, there is discontent rising, and being Kingdom’s daughter begins to lose its charm. With Jessica desperate to prove herself worthy to the tight-knit community, does she have what it takes to weather the storm to come, or will her secret hold her back?

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Author Bio Sylvia Broady

Sylvia Broady was born in Hull and has lived in the area all her life, although she loves to travel the world. It wasn’t until she started to frequent her local library after World War II that her relationship with literature truly began, and her memories of the war influence her writing as does her hometown. She has had a varied career in childcare, the NHS and the EYC Library Services, but is now a full-time writer.

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