On the back of my son turning 7 the other day, I started thinking about my own age-markers. I have a theory, and the theory is: whilst kids go through puberty, and they’re awkward and slightly lost in their minds and bodies for a few years before the dust settles… women have their own kind […]Read More Mid-life MOT
‘Ugh, this sucks.’ My reaction was quite telling when I dropped my iPhone off at the shop to be repaired. The audio was constantly failing and it was crashing (all that built-in obsolescence that had become the bain of the first world’s existence). They said it would take a week. ‘Um, how long?’ ‘A week. Or […]Read More DOWNTIME
Sometimes, not following someone else’s guidebook helps you find the answer.Read More Are they actually having fun?
I didn’t want them to notice me; though my body was crying out to the contrary.Read More Starving, pt. 2
It is mild, but the chill sits quietly beneath the air as it touches our faces. We had been walking for what seemed like hours, and yet we weren’t tired. I remember feeling as though we were searching for something, but content that we hadn’t found it yet. The fields– stretching out around me in […]Read More A dream
I’ll be honest here and say that I never really wanted kids. ‘Why would anyone feel the need to do that’, I used to wonder.Read More Mother, interrupted
I was having a discussion with a friend a few weeks ago, and we touched on a lot of popular and important (to us) subjects, some of them being the whole Weinstein reveal, the #metoo conversation, and then all roads inevitably led to the subject of ‘being a feminist nowadays’, and what feminism means to […]Read More (We are) More
There’s always a lesson in pain. Even if the lesson is that part of forgiveness is to walk away.Read More Forgiveness
Hear that voice? Yeah, you’re allowed to ignore it.Read More The yes
Life isn’t easy. Evolution is constant. Hindsight is a lesson in perspective.Read More Evolution
My role that day was to let go, and it was counter-intuitive.Read More When you close your eyes
She was the thread of truth through my life that I never fully questioned in daily conversation, but almost always did, privately.Read More This started with a life: hers first, and then mine.
I was listening to a song on the radio this morning, and I was convinced it was Florence + The Machine (whom I adore); that voice that wails and grinds against convention, the voice that sounds like our generation’s Grace Slick. Turns out, it was actually Alice Merton (‘No Roots’), and it reminded me that […]Read More FINDING ROOM
Time goes fast. Blank spaces are important.Read More Blank space
Hey. I’m back. I took a bit of a break from this blog because I felt compelled to edit my novel; I edited it with a ferocity that became unhealthy, which isn’t good for anything, really. I had no social life, my husband (albeit supportive) was wondering why my face constantly reminded him of a character […]Read More That thing you do.
Can you see what you really want to? Or is it a lot of smoke and mirrors?Read More Assumed transparency
An empty space is a tricky place.Read More Mind the gap
I would only be hungry for a little while, I told myself.Read More Starving, pt. 1