Just three short months ago, I wrote Oh, London, my London, and it hurt to write it. But last Friday brought me to my knees. DD and her schoolmates had to walk out a back entrance of school, with news helicopters hovering overhead. She came home and just got into bed and watched the Gilmore Girls. I woke up in the middle of the night … Continue reading A different kind of Monday
Y’all are used to me updating the blog or Twitter with “I’m safe, nowhere near the attack/bomb/insert London incident here”. Not today. Not effing today. Today, I am smack in the middle of crazy central. But outside the cordon that has my daughter’s school in lockdown. Yes, my baby girl got to school just in time. Some of her friends were not so lucky. There … Continue reading Too damn close to home…
What’s the greater risk? Letting go of what people think – or letting go of how I feel, what I believe, and who I am? ~ Brené Brown Continue reading The courage to be imperfect
I am exhausted with a lack of sleep and a surfeit of worry. Four weeks ago, DD got norovirus. It was disgusting, noisy, and plain debilitating. She just about got over that, when two weeks ago, she got croup. Croup! At the age of nearly-ten. We soldiered on through that and the bone-chilling barking cough which accompanies it. She mustered on. Two nights ago, she … Continue reading I am felled…
Sorry, folks. I’ve had enough. Every which way I turn, I’m being bombarded with another message or update of some disaster, man-made or otherwise. There are children freezing and starving, waiting to be allowed in to Europe, having left behind everything in the homelands. There are children freezing and starving in the UK, because the current party in power has made the poor, poorer and … Continue reading ‘Tis the season of conflict
Debating man-made holes in the head, otherwise known as ear piercing for the under-age… Continue reading Lend Me Your Ear
I’m taking the chance in the quiet of this morning to admire my newest wrinkles, when a freshly-woken, rumpled little person tugs my hand and pulls me back to my bedroom. Wordlessly, she motions I should return to bed. I am quickly joined by her warmth, which curves itself into my body, nuzzling her way under my chin. I am chronically aware that these moments with … Continue reading Precious mornings
The dancer stretched her neck, shook out her hands, and breathed deeply. She went up on her toes and down again. One finger tapped the beat, counting down her cue. She tucked her hips, drew in her stomach and led with her hands, leaping on to the stage. The spotlights, usually so harsh and unforgiving, seemed to soften and wrap her gently, following her every … Continue reading Performance Anxiety
Rotating images & thoughts for a new view Continue reading Rotate Your View and Rewire Your Brain
Connect – Photo101 – Blogging U. Continue reading Connect
Petal & Mortar 