The little things are important too

What do you think about when you sit in a cosy café, tea in hand, staring out onto a rainy street? I was there, a few days ago. I was thinking about the ‘me’ in the future, on the day of my death actually. I had my big four-0 recently, which I think triggered this …

Where the hell is my life?

I’ve been living in someone else’s body. It started when I came out of hospital with my first son 3 years ago, and it’s only recently that I’ve been feeling like me again.  But I think the worst of it is over. I have to admit, I’ve not found motherhood easy, most don’t. But most mums just …