Writing a new ending…

Writing a new ending…

Yesterday I read a post from one of my favourite writers, Brené Brown, who has just published a new book; Dare to Lead (on the Christmas List) She shared the post below & it grabbed me. Mostly because I felt intimidated by it…followed swiftly by curiosity....
Before I wasn’t a parent…

Before I wasn’t a parent…

Before I wasn’t a parent, I was the perfect parent. Before I went through fertility treatment I was the perfect patient. I knew what was needed to succeed. I knew which boxes to tick & I bloody well ticked them. Twice for good measure. Except of course that...
Stiff Upper Lip

Stiff Upper Lip

I often feel that I need to bite my tongue, rather than ask for what I need. I feel that the world around me doesn’t much want to hear about my needs, my feelings, my sadness. Sometimes I feel that not being a Mum can mean my need for rest, compassion and...
Obstreperous Young Woman…

Obstreperous Young Woman…

I used to be polite, to the exclusion of being real, being myself, being seen. I used to smile when strangers asked me probing, personal questions. I used to wince & bite my lip as I tried to tell them a story they could hear, something that would fit with their...
Sacred space…for new beginnings

Sacred space…for new beginnings

My first post in many, many months. I pause before I start typing, wondering how to condense the last year and a half into a few lines. I can’t of course. So much has changed. I am not the woman I was last March, 2017…when I sat with my husband in the...