Letter to my daughter for her 18th birthday; 18 things I have learned

Dear Rosie, You are but a couple of months away from turning 18. I'm similarly a couple of months away from turning 40 (the party will be epic). I'm mystified as to where that time has gone, it hasn't just flown by but has flashed by at the speed of light. I remember taking you... Continue Reading →

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In an ideal world

Here's what my ideal school would look like (it's probably incredibly naive and unreasonable, but I'm indulging in fantasy here) :- Have students elect their own group of 'governor' students who would then be responsible for the school (new ones each term so everyone gets a chance.) The governors would work alongside the teachers and... Continue Reading →

So Completely Done.

I’m so bored with ‘popular girl’ blogs.‘Oh look at us, we’re so positive, light-hearted, accomplished, thin, beautiful, rich and HEY WE’RE ONLY 23 AND YOU CAN ACHIEVE THIS TOO! What, you haven’t achieved this? It’s your fault, you’re not being positive enough. Read our Top Ten Lists of How to Achieve Absolutely Anything, Drink more... Continue Reading →

A Goodbye Letter To My Cat

Oh Smudge. You were only four years old. My cute, black-and-white, polydactyl weirdo of a cat. When first I saw you, you were a teeny, 5-week-old kitty. Too small really to have been taken from your mother. Left outside to die in cold January conditions, in a cardboard box with your brothers and sister. You... Continue Reading →

A Fresh Start

It's time to write about things OTHER THAN DEPRESSION - GASP! I won't pretend I'm better or not still down, but I'm getting anxious to write about different topics in the hope that focusing on other passions will help me. It will certainly help my writing, at any rate. I won't abandon the depression files... Continue Reading →

Happy Mother’s Day

It's the most important and least valued job you can ever have. Calling it a job is, in fact, an insult. It is a calling, even if you didn't realise that at the time. You will fight and kill and die for your children. They are your future, the continuation of your line, and the... Continue Reading →

Moving on is impossible

Over half a year. The modern world says I should have moved on. I should be ecstatic to be single and enthusiastically embracing my new life. I cannot. Every time I hear your name, every time I see your picture, the tears begin anew. I cry for the loss of the future we could have... Continue Reading →

Despair

I draw nothing but beautiful faces and figures. My own is showing the signs of age. I was never beautiful, and I defy all those who would tell me otherwise. What I was was pretty. Pretty enough to get by, and certainly photogenic. I'm still photogenic. I can take a nice picture in a decent... Continue Reading →

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