I recently wrote a piece on how female friendship is one of the most valuable things about being a woman. Then my kids reminded me of what friendship is like when you’re a teen.
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 →
There was a time when middle-aged women would melt into the shadows. Many would adjust their elasticated skirts, sit down in the darkest corner of the room and watch men continue to perform in the sunshine. Folding their hands in their laps, they closed their mouths and let the next generation turn their faces to... Continue Reading →
I want to want to take my clothes off There was a beach, I have a body, so I was beach body ready, right? I’m ashamed to admit that, on holiday, that’s not how I felt at all. I’m ashamed because I have two daughters who I should be setting a better example for. The... Continue Reading →
Adulting is hard. It’s a fun word, like sandwich, and who doesn’t like a sandwich? But the reality of being an adult in the Sandwich Generation is nowhere near as enjoyable as it sounds. Do you remember being a kid and wishing the years away until you could have your own house where you could... Continue Reading →
My friends are getting new boobs, and it’s getting right on my... I have enormous breasts. It wasn’t always the case, I was that lanky adolescent who was mocked for having shuttle-cock shaped nipples instead of boobs, but a bit of weight gain and a hearty dose of hormone treatment (I’ll tell you about that... Continue Reading →
Today I am feeling the love. It could be because I had a great evening at the theatre last night, but I think it’s more likely to be because I went there with my clever, funny, sparkling friend. This glow is not a one off. Now, at the grand old age of forty-nine, I am... Continue Reading →
I went to a reunion 25 years after graduation. Here’s what I learned: People don’t change Kind people remain kind, funny people will still make you laugh, and the same characters will still be on the dancefloor. Unfortunately, it also follows that the dicks will still be dicks. The mildly pompous teen is likely to... Continue Reading →