22 Jun A bed of roses.
In my garden is a climbing rose. It was growing here long before we bought this house. It's years have imbued it with beauty, with magnificence. And it smells incredible. When we moved here...
17 Jun Dull women have immaculate homes (at least that is what I’m telling myself).
I have spent a lot of the last week looking for things. A marionette's jacket for a White Rabbit costume (from world book day), gold pens (eldest's Roman project) and...
08 Jun Back here again
I'm not sure how, but I'm back here again. Tasting the bitter adrenaline in my mouth. Feeling my heart rate as it soars. Aware of the pinpricks of sweat on my skin,...
02 Jun The unexpected perks of revealing your weaknesses.
Before all this*, when I was still living solely in a world of performance and measurement, I had a run-in with somebody I very much admired. She had made a...
18 May Frida
I read an article last week about the artist Frida Kahlo. Or to be more exact about her personal belongings, and how her lover Diego Rivera had insisted the wardrobe that...
06 May be alive: to uncertainty
In a world that esteems the strong and applauds the definite, to admit you might not know is a scary thing. I am getting used to this feeling, of flux, of...
28 Apr “Books are a uniquely portable magic.”
I am a reader. It is who I am. At my best I always have at least one book on the go and a stack awaiting attention. I know I am...
14 Mar Be alive: to pain
Maybe because it has just been Mother's Day, maybe because I know how common this is, and maybe because I believe it is through bringing our pain into the light...
13 Mar Be alive: to yourself. (Or ‘Don’t try and wear someone else’s clothes’)
I spent a lot (or maybe that should be all) of my youth and twenties listening to other people. Good people. Wise people. People who had my best interests at...