My dad passed away last month. I took some time on this rainy Sunday afternoon in lockdown to jot down some of the memories I have of him. Thank you for reading…
Ever been so tired you can’t hold your head up?
A parent nestles into the well-worn seat and tells me she can’t remember life before becoming ‘mum’.
Some days the noise and craziness of corralling two intense little boys was so challenging I’d want to scream.
I love setting out goals for the future. Ask me my five-year plan and I’ll tell you straight away. So … More
As Mental Health Month winds to a close, I wanted to share some musings from a psychologist I know named … More
“Can we meet for a chat?” The words of an email from my boss today. They give away nothing and … More
Some people are procastibakers… I’m a procastipoet! These are a few of the bits of poetry I came up with … More
My mum taught my son a little tune on the piano one afternoon last week. She invested time and effort … More
It had been a particularly trying night. My sons had been fighting with me, and each other, and I’d been … More