At 6am i’m awake, the pidgeons are tapping and scraping their beaks across the flat roof of our loft bedroom. I hear the familiar rippling of water which must pool just above my head. I’m going to blame the roofers, they did a crappy job for the crappy construction company that did a crappy job […]
Diving in headfirst, is there any other way?
This is where my childhood trauma begins to unfold. Amid the turbulence of my midlife, during a pandemic, without an anesthetic. While I’m grieving the slow and gradual loss of our mum to Alzheimers’ Disease and guiding two of my sons through their teenage years. It is altogether the most beautiful, painful, exhausting and profound time in my life and although sometimes it feels incredibly heavy, I am filled with gratitude and a deep well of love. […]
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