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You can’t avoid it, the world is full of proud parents and grandparents. Everywhere you go, every dinner party, at work, on the train, in the park. There they all are. The lucky ones, the ones that have living breathing … Continue reading →

Hi Toby, Sometimes I feel really pissed off with you. Pissed off that you left me, you didn’t tell me how bad it was, you didn’t give me a chance to help you and you left me with a life … Continue reading →

Every day I face a battle. The battle is between what’s going on in my head and my inner critic sitting on my shoulder heckling me and kicking me in the guts, telling me I’m useless and difficult. Most days … Continue reading →

I am a great believer in the power of The Universe to bring us what we need when we need it. Most of the epic things in my life began with a chance encounter, a coincidence or a whisper of … Continue reading →

Soon I’ll be 60 years old 4 marriages, one at 17, one for a green card, one for a baby and one mistake. 2 children conceived, one lived to 23, the other one didn’t make it out of the womb. … Continue reading →

There’s a Facebook thing doing the rounds at the moment asking Mums to post pictures that show they are happy/proud to be a mother and then that person has to nominate three of her friends to do the same. This … Continue reading →

I first posted this blog when I was facing my first Christmas without Toby. I still think it is good advice so republish it every year. It starts around the beginning of November, maybe earlier. It is the same each … Continue reading →

I have recently returned from a ‘F**k it retreat’ in Italy which is a cross between a holiday and a personal development experience. For six days I attended morning sessions on the roof terrace of a small hotel on a … Continue reading →

Every morning I walk my little dog Elfie along the seafront at Newlyn Green. I used to do it at the same time every day when I was working, now I’m a student my times are more sporadic but it … Continue reading →