Books
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Elizabeth Strout
I don’t tend to follow the work of an author, whilst I read my fair share of novels (25-30 a year), I switch up between various categories as I’m more interested in the wordsmithery, the imagery, and the storytelling of a novel than the genre. I’m as happy reading a ‘beach book’ —typically a police…
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Saying goodbye to Alan
I wrote this a few months ago, I had planned on posting it but never did. I think, if I’m being honest, I was just done with funerals and death and dark questions around WHY certain people died. Alan’s funeral was on 30th June this year. But I realise now that I should still share…
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Saying goodbye to Mum
It was my Mum’s funeral this afternoon. A huge turnout at the crematorium, and so many thoughtful messages made it oddly easier to get through the day than I thought it would. My Mum touched many lives with her thoughtful spirit and generous approach to life. I even managed to say a few words about…
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Bye bye 2022
Another year draws to a close, a very different year for me as it was the first full year with my son. Looking around the internet, blogs are full of recaps and ‘best of’ lists all of which only go to re-enforce how much of a (good) impact Jack has had on my life. Working…
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2020 was ok
2020 was a year, a year like no other but still just a year. For many it was a struggle just to get through each day, the toil of lockdown on the mental health of many is something we won’t fully appreciate for some time, and tragically many didn’t survive at all. I don’t think…
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Focus
Over the past few weeks I’ve been trying to be more mindful and considerate of where I spend my time. As such I’m not on Facebook all that much, I find Twitter holds less and less appeal, and only Instagram remains as my main ‘idle scrolling’ habit these days. I guess it’s easy to fathom…