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Eleven years ago today, on a muggy Wednesday morning - much like this one I'm writing on - I was diagnosed with leukaemia. I was 31. I was on my honeymoon. It was a lightning bolt out of the crazy blue. It was my thief in the night. For the first few hours after hearing the news, I started blaming myself. I tried to find answers. Was it Continue Reading

Our Town

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"... A place. A radiant, many-layered, slightly magical place, as achingly real and yet just out-of-reach as a dream you start to forget as soon as you wake up. A place set off in glorious isolation from the rest of the world, but urgently alive with its own rules. its own memories, its own secrets. " That's how Pulitzer Prize-winning TV critic Continue Reading

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We're one but we're not the same. We get to carry each other carry each other. ~ U2 It was our wedding anniversary yesterday. Eleven years. We've done so much in that time. We've lived through leukaemia. We've bought a home. We've had two children. We've lived through more illness. We've renovated. We've travelled. We've danced. Continue Reading

More Light

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The days are getting lighter. It's the eve of summer. The days are stretching. The nights are compressing. More light. From as far as I can remember I have always loved light. Is there a more powerful image than light? Light conquering darkness. Light falling through a window. Lanterns twinkling in the night. I've written about light here and Continue Reading

Handa’s Surprise

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So today he woke up and talked about the book again. He gets obsessed with books. I love that he gets obsessed. All that passion and excitement whirling around his little brain. Sometimes it's hard to keep up with too. Especially on Tuesdays. It's the day we spend together, just me and my 4 year old. It's the only day he's not at pre-school. Continue Reading

Little Lion Part 4

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Little lion wakes up next to me every morning. His little body curls into mine just like the day he was born. I still remember that day. How I carried him to my bed, an hour old. How he tucked himself into the crook of my arm. It was like we’d known each other for a lifetime. I knew how to carry him. He knew how to fit. Four years later and Continue Reading

A Gruffalo Party

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Today we had a Gruffalo party. My son turned 4 yesterday. The most favourite thing in the world to this 4 year old is the Gruffalo. So when it came to his party it was only fitting we entered the world of the deep dark wood. Inspired by my boy's passion and imagination, I embraced all things Gruffalo. He made sure I remained true to the Continue Reading

Lost Things

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I wrote this piece called 'Lost Things' two years ago for Bide magazine. Bide is an online subscription and the brainchild of my talented blogger friend, Anna Spargo-Ryan. Bide took a hiatus for awhile, but it's coming back to be re-launched very soon. Please welcome it when it returns in the new year. I've often thought about 'Lost Things', and Continue Reading

Fresh Air

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It was timely. Fresh new start to my life co-incided with a freshly broken blog. It was like my blog was begging me to give it some love. Two weeks ago I wrote a post about feeling better. It was then that my blog's commenting system imploded. It seemed my old design was incompatible with newer systems . The only way to fix it was to upgrade my Continue Reading

Winter Winds

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But if your strife strikes at your sleep Remember spring swaps snow for leaves You'll be happy and wholesome again When the city clears and sun ascends        ~ Winter Winds, Mumford and Sons   It's spring time here. The sun has been shining. The blossoms are blooming. The lemon tree is spilling. The camelias are gushing. And I Continue Reading