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I have spent most of my sandwich years being pushed and pulled between one need and another, thrust about between joy and grief. Pushed and pulled between the needs of my children, career and parents. The joy of a baby … Continue reading →

I’ve come to realise that good times are measured in memories, and bad times are measured in time. Of the good times, we say, “do you remember when we did that?” and laugh at the memory, pulling it into the … Continue reading →

It’s new year and I should be make resolutions to improve me, my life, my temper, my body, my mind, my parenting, my daughtering, my writing, my working, my balance.  Blah, blah, blah. Well, I am resolutely against resolutions. Especially … Continue reading →

It is New Year’s Day and I have swept away the fallen pine needles and dragged the dead tree outside. (I like to put it up early, to squeeze as much tinsel and glittering lights into December as possible but … Continue reading →

It’s done!!   Last t crossed and i dotted. I have a book. I have a cover. I have a book launch date.  I have a desperate urge to both drink a bottle of gin and go to bed for … Continue reading →

There was a time when I used to hate the sound of Bob Dylan’s words clanging through my bedroom wall as my brother played that whinging rasping voice full blast to drown out my Wham beats. If your time to … Continue reading →

It’s Christmas!!!  It’s official! I have decorated my first tree (only 7 more to go!) and it’s all systems go. I do Christmas like TOWIE does vajazzles. I stick glitter in every conceivable place. Christmas is never just one year… … Continue reading →

I’m wide awake, and not just because I’m still not sleeping (see previous post). Despite the lack of sleep, (yes at least one of my children is still in, or coming into, my bed at night), despite my exhaustion, I’ve … Continue reading →

Sleep, sweet sleep It’s the difference between life and living. There are many differentiators between me and my children. They are digital natives while I will always be a digital tourist – I only have a vague map and know … Continue reading →

Clunk, Clunk, Clunk,. That’s what writing used to sound like. Not the quiet, understated, hardly-there tap of a Macbook, with it’s lit-up keys and sexy jumping icons. These were chunky clickety clunks, the loud, overstated, fully-there tap of a typewriter, … Continue reading →