Sometimes you’ve got things to worry about and other times you worry even when there’s nothing much to worry about. It doesn’t make much difference in the end. My advice: Stop worrying and write a poem. Worry is a big black bird. It spends its hours on a wire. Waiting. And then at the slightest, […]
Women at work – what do we really want?
The more we talk about our experiences, the better. But it’s not always straightforward. My unease about writing freely about the menopause isn’t just that people will now focus on the woman who was once a person but is now just a sweaty bag of past-it symptoms. What bothers me is that the narrative about […]
Insert cheesy heading about being true to yourself here
In which the penny drops and we wait for the life’s chunky KitKat to drop to the bottom of fate’s vending machine (or something). Hat trick – the term originated in cricket. A bowler who retired three batsmen to three consecutive balls earned himself a new hat, paid for by the club. I googled and now […]
Erskine Bridge: It probably should be a metaphor
There’s an idea bouncing around here. Boing. I’m sure you’re familiar with it. It’s something about the fact that there’s something remarkable under your nose if only you paid attention and stopped hurling yourself around looking for other things. Boing. There it goes again. Though, the only remarkable thing under my nose is philtrum – […]
A poem – In a moment
First things first, nothing horrible has happened and everything is rather fine at the moment. I just wanted to see if I could catch the feelings in that moment when you hear some awful, life-changing news. When the tears won’t flow. This is the worst day of my life. The sharpest. Every second a pin-sharp, […]