Author Archives: Grin & Tonic by Alana Kirk

Especially one in midlife, when nothing stays the same except the amount of work to be done, and lists to be checked. In the while since I last posted, I’ve been rather busy over on another site…… http://www.themidlifecoach.org. I went … Continue reading →

Yesterday I heard some tragic news. Another woman I know of, aged just 52, died, her life cut short. Obviously it has made me very sad, especially for her mum, who was one of my mum’s closest friends. But it … Continue reading →

When they are cowardly, be brave. When they suck your energy, breathe out their negativity. When they are unfair, be defiant. When they use you, use your boundaries. When they hurt you, love yourself more (and huddle with your tribe). … Continue reading →

My Type A senior daughter is having a hard time with my recovery as a Former Perfectionist.  I pretend I don’t hear the tuts as her perfectly made up, whipped-into-shape-eyebrows scan the slightly grubby windows, the shaggy pile floor (not … Continue reading →

I’m back! I feel I should be slinking back to this keyboard, pretending to yawn and stretch and say through bleary eyes “Oh what a lovely sleep that was… what time is it?” January 2019?!  My last post was nearly … Continue reading →

I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve taken a few drugs in my time. (The good thing about getting to this young age is I’m not afraid to admit to anything anymore as my Give a Fuck battery is running as … Continue reading →

  As another year draws to a close, I will not be making any resolutions. I ‘should’ give up Gin, Facebook and Dorritos but my resolution last year was to give up the word ‘should’ so I’m sticking to that. … Continue reading →

Warning: this post contains expletives, feminism, anger and lipstick. I originally began to write this blogpost a week ago as a sashay through sexism to explore how my girls can be the people they want to be, regardless of their … Continue reading →

As I sip a G&T after a lazy sort of busy Sunday, I’m feeling rather contented. I haven’t had enough of the G to feel the T yet, so I’m assuming my hormones are having a lazy day too and … Continue reading →

Dr Who used to play every Saturday night in my house when I was growing up.  I would usually be crouched behind the sofa, terrified by the mere mention of a Dalek while the rest of my family enjoyed the … Continue reading →