Eva, 20

To my little sister Eva – wherever you are, whoever you’re with: Happy  birthday darling. You were such a beautiful baby and I am proud of the beautiful young woman I believe you are. I’m as proud and as in love with you as I was the moment we met. I know our mother will…

Words to Help & Inspire: Maya Angelou’s ‘Still I Rise’

The poet Maya Angelou has always been close to my heart, especially her poem ‘Still I Rise’. It was also the favourite poem of my lovely friend Jemma, who passed away a couple of years ago. It has always been something that has made me feel determined and picked me up whenever I have been…

Manchester Attack: Hope not Hate

The events of what happened in Manchester last week are incomprehensible. This is quite simply, one of those posts I wish I didn’t have to write. I’ve tried to make sense myself as to what happened and why. Last Monday, I was up late, feeling really grotty. I think I’d caught a bug and was…

The First of my Angel’s Anniversaries Start Today

So it begins. The tenth anniversaries of when I lost my babies have now begun with today. 10 years ago today, I went into labour at work, sat at my desk. I remember panicking and sobbing with the pain and the thought that the precious lives I was carrying were in danger. I remember it…

Happy 2017

It has been rather remiss of me not to wish you all a very happy New Year and express the hope that you had a peaceful and joyful Christmas/ Yuletide/ holiday period. We had a great time with the kids – after all, for me, Christmas is all about children. The magic and wonder and…

Win My Art!

The Orlando attacks have not just disgusted me, but have made me question my fellow man. This world is a tiresome, ignorant and dark place at times. In the hope of spreading some light, sunshine and a bit of rainbow coloured solidarity, I am going to give away one of my original art pieces. It…

Another Sad Christmas (with some nice bits though)

When I was really little, when I believed in Father Christmas, it was magical. There were traditions and rituals that we would go through each year on Christmas eve – my mother would take us up to bed, singing Jingle Bells and a big white paper sack that was nearly as tall as me would…

Tunisia Attacks

Nine years ago today, my husband and I were on our honeymoon in Tunisia. The recent attacks have left me feeling sick, confused and saddened that this is the state of the world and that there are people out there that think this is an okay thing to do. It horrifies me to think that…

Hello My Beautiful Readers :) An Update

Hi It feels like an age since I did an up to date post i.e. not one I wrote months ago and put on scheduled release. How are things with you? I hope you, my fair readership, are doing really well. As for me? I’m taking life as it comes, which I guess I always…