Grief

By the time this blog gets published, it will be just over a year since the death of my father. It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster of 12 months. Between the grief, the logistics of executi... Read More

Grief came into my life early. I was nine when my best friend died in a tragic accident. At that age, I didn’t have the words for what I was feeling—I just knew something had shifted. I w... Read More

Dad has died.  After months of following blue lit ambulances to the hospital, retracing the route with grim familiarity through dark streets past childhood ghosts, I know this is the final chapt... Read More

Introduction As someone living with progressive Multiple Sclerosis (MS), I've faced numerous challenges. But through it all, I've learned invaluable lessons, many of which I owe to my la... Read More

There are periods in life and in parenting when you don’t even realise you are holding your breath until you finally exhale. I have just come out of such a period. Our childminder died peaceful... Read More

I could never have imagined life without my dad and my mother-in-law. My parents lived quite a distance away, and visits were not as frequent as I would have liked. But my dad had been a strong figur... Read More