These past few weeks have been a poignant reminder of the complexities that come with age and gender, particularly as I find myself...

Photograph by R Swanick Well, it has been a while. There has been a lot of change in my world (and the rest of the world, jeez, but we...

The rhythmic thud of the football on his foot The swish of grass around her sandals Their heavy breathing and crunching of crisps,...

We all know someone who we can describe as a people pleaser. You know, they are always there to lend a hand, always say yes - you may...

There are moments in our lives when we are greeted by a fork in the road. In these moments, we make a tiny decision to simply go one way...

Photo: Copyright R Swanick. Taken on Libby's birthday, 21.10.23, Croyde Beach. I dream of her. Of Libby. Of dark hair swishing, And green...

After another gruelling two-day migraine, I resolved, again, to look after myself better. Next time, I would make sure I exercised every...

I have been mulling over my last blog on Imposter Syndrome and in particular the idea of who can change the world for women and those...

I haven’t been here for a while because…. Well… life took over. When life gets busy or overwhelming, the first thing I lose is my...

I love people’s names and how they sound when they are said out loud. I love it when people say “oh, she doesn’t look like a so and so…...

In the past two weeks, my children and myself have all taken separate mental days from school and work. Between us (and including my...

As the sun set on another day, the clouds floated towards the mountain tops. Pinks, golds, oranges, Whites, blues, greys and greens,...

Dominica closed her knife and fork, took the last sip of wine and moved slowly to the kitchen. She let the water run for a moment until...

After several sleepless nights, we finally found out that our daughter has a good high school to go to in September. The sleeplessness...

When I was younger, I used to have flying dreams. In them, I knew I could fly and that once, before, I had flown. The dreams were always...

It’s Sunday morning and I’m listening to the radio. The Selector - On the Radio starts with those familiar thumping chords and I’m...

Elizabeth Hannah Moore, Far right This is for my Nanna. My soft, velvety, talc-scented Nanna. Of course, she didn’t always have ‘this’....

One of the positives to come out of the past year of lockdowns has been an improved frequency of online professional development for...

When the Christmas songs start, I always get stuck on the John Lennon lyric, “So this is Christmas, and what have you done? Another year...

During a recent Adoption Support Fund assessment, I met a lovely, playful family with a seven year old adopted son. During the music...