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She wore a raspberry beret...

There's a local event brewing, a thing that needs to raise money for a worthy cause. There was talk of a ball or a banquet or some such ...

Women, writing, wisdom...

One thing of note, last week when in Monaco, was that the women I met (the wives and girlfriends; although not always) were so open. Maybe t...

What's really going on...

Singing in the car to One Direction's entire back catalogue. Feeling wistful at the Zayn parts. Cindy Crawford in the Taylor Swift vide...

And the women say...

Every now and then I get a jolt of feminism. Here's the background: I grew up the second child to a single mother. She was a bastion of ...

White-knuckled ride...

I go through a series of life phases which take up residence and then last a few months. Lather, rinse, repeat. At the moment things feel......

Yes, no, yes...

These things interest me: time and influence and thoughts. I have a lot of time, people influence me enormously and I think all the time. Li...

What I really want for them...

Anecdotally, when asked the question: 'what would you like for your children?' most parents will retort with unfailing consistency: ...

Making sense...

Along the way, I've been thinking a lot about what messages we give young girls about what the future holds for them. I have a daughter,...

Black is the new black...

Heat has been restored, I could have kissed the plumbing engineer who did it. After six days of no heating, our house felt clammy and bone-c...

Educating Rita...

The open day for the writing degree was last weekend; a wood-panelled room, me and three tutors well-versed in academia. I got to talk about...

Trying to find the in between...

I bunked off circuit training this morning for no other reason than it was just too damn cold. I did this even after I had put my running ki...

I wish that I could be like the cool kids...

Still looping and what better way to welcome the new year that to just (bloody well) get started?!! Seriously. In earnest. I read messages a...

The veneer...

The subtleties of life are never lost on me; the small ironies, the observations, the life theories. A theory I described to my husband yest...

Chill your beans...

I've been absent; time spent battling away with a million little things that have added up to form one big thing, resulting in these lif...

Of mice and men...

It seems motherhood extends to Auntie-hood. My niece is working on an essay in which she's keen to gain an 'A' grade. She called...

It's all about what it's all about...wait; what's it all about?

Another week; one without much writing in it, I am afraid. This, owing to the fact that my husband has been working from home and we share a...

Procrastination, stuff and misc.

I wonder about myself sometimes. I feel like I could do a degree in psychology and I wouldn't come close to understanding the mind of me...

Teenage kicks...

Have you ever come across one of those women who had a baby (or three) and was so ensconced with the whole birth/motherhood process that the...

Lessons in how to be...

Can I just say a few things about my Mum? She's Danish and moved here when she was something like 19, maybe 20, married my Dad and she n...

Hello darkness, my old friend...

And so here we are; Thursday evening, getting dark. Husband is at rugby training (yea, I know, surely there comes a point where you really s...

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