When travelling alone, I used to occupy myself by guessing the age of strangers. I did this by observing how far they held their mobile phone away from their face.
The thing I’ve chosen to do, is celebrate being a woman. I’m listing some of the glorious elements of my life that are only possible because I am a female in today’s skewed society.
Do you ever have those nightmares where you're about to sit an important exam and you haven't revised?
I Support the Arts and the Arts Support Me. Last night the overture to Jesus Christ Superstar made me cry.
When I heard the author Jeanette Winterson say, ‘Why would you want to be tethered to an ageing, dying animal if you don’t have to be?’ I felt like she was speaking directly to me.
I’m a fan of punctuation, in all its forms. I find it easier to understand and enjoy reading if the punctuation is there to remind me when to pause; when to stop and breathe. It’s the same with life. I like my life to be punctuated with events honouring the moments when things go right.... Continue Reading →
Thanks to social media, many of us are in touch with people we may not have seen for over half of our lives. We follow their carefully curated stories and wonder if their lives are anything like those they show to the world (Don’t pretend I’m the only cynic – I know you wonder too).... Continue Reading →
Putting the Social into Distancing If, like me, social interaction is your sustenance, these strange times will have led to new ways of hanging with your tribe.
The School WhatsApp group was new to me when my youngest started secondary school and it’s been a revelation. Five months in and I think I’ve got the handle on what’s useful and what’s utterly bonkers about letting a group of disparate parents loose with an unlimited communication tool. As in all walks of life,... Continue Reading →
I’m sorry she kept you awake last night, tossing and turning. It was hot, wasn’t it? I’m sorry she’s scared of her phone. Social Media used to be fun. I’m sorry she's yawning. She's not bored, just dog tired. I’m sorry she sent the wrong email. That’s not like her at all. I’m sorry she... Continue Reading →