Dating at 43? Go for the Pre-Processed Option.

Right. I’m going to tell you all about it. Not because you need to know everything, but because this stuff is empowering. We are all aware of the pressure to look and feel good – which usually means younger – and the thought of getting yourself out on the Open Market after a generous dose…

It’s Just For One Day

It’s Just One Day Listing Wishing Shopping Dropping. Getting Forgetting Thinking Drinking Weighing Scanning Wrapping Hiding Booking, Kids looking – Elf shelf? Mental Health. Carpet of needles Untangle lights for tree Avoid: 1) staff party 2) Charity plea Counting, re-counting Dreading or ready Budgeting. Gathering Balance unsteady. Pushed to the 24th Celebrate, smile Heartbroken Missing…

Monday, Truthday, Friendsday… Loneliness.

This is my Blog, I work hard at it. I pay for it. It’s hit and miss. It’s had a few rave posts and some hidden treasures that are obviously only useful in the moment for me when I write them. I consider topics that might be relevant to people, like me, muddling through change or…

Our Constant Attention is Ruining our Children.

In spite of working in some fantastic schools: Independent, State and International, I am aware of a steady and worrying decline in many of the skills that school children have. In 22 years of teaching children in British Schools I can honesty say that the cohorts coming through now are, despite the best intentions from parents, generally,…

The Deep Flaw in Our Sisterhood.

A week ago I wrote about childbirth and how tough I had found it. Twice. The idea behind the post was to share the fact that although I appear to be a very strong mother, providing for my children in the wake of their father’s terrible brain injury, I found childbirth traumatic, scarring and 12…

“She Didn’t Even Have Gas and Air” Great. Doesn’t Mean a Thing.

The eyes of a survivor This photo is the first I have of me as a mother. Wired up, tubes in arms, drugged, ripped, bleeding, battered, frightened to the point – I’m actually going to say it -of being traumatised. This was a normal birth. They actually wrote something on the notes like ‘NVD’ (Normal Vaginal…

Why Running is Important. And Dangerous.

This picture is me at the height of my running obsession in 2012. These were the pre-days. The days before my ex-husband had the huge stroke. The days when I knew that things were not quite right but I could have no idea of what was about to happen and how the growing worries about…

Is it possible to ‘Restore Your Factory Settings’ after a break up?

I’m proud to say I’ve moved on. I have gone from being the oft-weeping, thin-smiling, compliant ex-partner; hiding my hurt and being quite available for ‘return of item’ visits, to the acidic lash-tongued texter of today dishing out anything I hope will feel like a punch in the face. Anything to get a reaction because dealing…

Just hung the ‘No Vacancies’ sign on your Womb? Time for a Dog then.

I remember running through a field with a very close friend a few years ago. Unbelievably, I was getting my ‘flow’, (that sacred running thing where you feel like you could go forever and that the world has never been more perfect; In my case probably a state of bliss not dissimilar to the reported peacefulness of…