It’s never the big things

A very short post. It’s kind of in keeping with “it’s the little things” theme. I know my friends well enough to know that they contribute to the community in many different ways AND I know they seldom talk about what they do. It’s just how they are. So when my friend...

The holidays are…

The holidays are: a) an excuse to see friends and family, b) to eat and drink a lot, c) stressful, d) fun, e) busy, f) lonely, g) exhausting, h) a welcome break. How we complete this sentence is based on the stories we write and tell ourselves about what “the...

I am a woman

I am a woman. This means it is highly likely I have ovaries, a uterus and a vagina. Together these enable my body to create a cellular change that is able to grow into a baby. This ability to create, support and give life does not make me stupid. It makes me powerful....
Grief is ugly crying. It is not elegant.

Grief is ugly crying. It is not elegant.

Grief is ugly crying. It is not elegant. I’m secretly pleased that I’ve written a book on grief that is ‘not elegant’. Grief is not elegant. If the book was elegant it wouldn’t be honest nor do I think it would be helpful. Because my writings from the early days of...