Writing comes easy to me. I started writing when I was 9. I wrote a poem about a Tiger. I got Continue reading
List after list
Deadline after deadline
But, I have a real problem with ACCEPTING things. Gifts, compliments, random acts of other people’s kindness.
I collect feathers and lavender, designer vintage handbags and boy, oh boy, do I collect random people
Dear Kids Whilst no parent has all the answers and whilst this mama is constantly, still learning, know this for Continue reading
It was the kind of morning when my coffee was medicinal rather than recreational.
I finally let up the espionage to take a walk along the beach. She called back at me “Lady, you dropped something”.
In that moment, my skinny little self realised the power and magic of how a simple story, can be told over and over again and have the desired effect over and over again. I was enchanted.