I write about the moments that make up our extraordinary lives, especially related to creativity, relationships, sobriety, motherhood, grief and joy. I like hearing other's experiences too, so we can connect through a sense of our shared humanity
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Some thoughts on the role guilt plays in grief, and how we can turn that guilt into something surprising and beautiful
This is like sitting in the kitchen having a chat with me. I wish we could do this in real life. Maybe we will one day.
I'm sharing all the butter and cream I ate, and exactly what that did to all my appetites. I promised I'd share my reading list too, and with Instagram blocked, I read quite a lot. They are all here.
Every morning in France, I've been observing the same woman in a cafe, since everything about her life looks compelling. I want to hold onto my days, but tread lightly too. I'm not sure how to do it.
I'm doing the things I need to do, rather than answering everyone else's needs before my own. Also thoughts on oysters, sleep advice, motherhood and mid-life... it's all here.
Because recently, Instagram is giving me the ick, due to the slickness of all those reels, saying absolutely nothing, and I'm not sure if I should stay there any longer, if my life is to have meaning.
I am still seeing England with new eyes, and it's beautiful and strange.
So you want to write a book? I have just finished my fifth, so let me share with you the qualities I've learned are essential to get that, or any big endeavour, done.
We're told becoming a parent destroy's creativity-but what if the opposite was true? I've written about the circumstances of how I had my first child here, and the chaos then creativity that followed
Last week my mind felt like melting butter, and while it’s coming back into focus a bit, it's still pixelated into bit and pieces.
Because who will make supper, even if you are completely fried?
