Blog: Midlife Musings
Where do you stand on poetry? Love it, loathe it, or not really fussed?
I met a friend today, to have a walk in the sunshine and grab a take-out coffee and pretend for a short moment that all was right and normal
Mothers always make things right, don't they? I cannot do this though, I have no answers and no way to make everything okay.
I am struggling with all of the noise, the relentless headlines & those with loud voices who seldom appear to have any humility...
What started with a simple object in a ten minute writing exercise, grew into the outline of a character in my head. Her name was Doris.
As a writer, I spend a lot of time in contemplation - sometimes if I am honest, it tips from contemplation into overthinking.
As we stand on the verge of another year, one we all hope brings some positive outcomes, I find myself turning to my writing again.
This week, I dug out a blog post that I wrote about my Dad a couple of year's ago. He's been on my mind a lot recently. Memories of him a...
This post was written two years ago but I was reminded of it today when reading a tweet about well-being and the true meaning of Christma...
I looked at myself in the mirror with the overwhelming question of ‘how old do you think you are?’
Now the concept of confidence is a curious thing – it can disappear in the blink of an eye but takes so long to claw it back again...
What season would you chose as your favourite? Do you feel an affinity with any particular time of the year?
Friends I know have developed a new perspective on life and do not recognise the accepted narrative being told of midlife women...
I kept reading that people were using this enforced time of solitude to create in many different ways, from sewing to sour dough...
I have been thinking about what has been lost during this strange time and spontaneity is definitely one of the items on my list.
Friendship mattered to me then and now... friendship is making a difference and a significant impact too.
At the moment, we are all under a whole lot of cloud so it is little wonder that we are searching for rainbows.
"What exactly do we do when we feel we have no control over any of this?"
I find myself staring at a long path in front of me, wondering how I cam to be there and how I might take one more step along it...
What rules do you have for your children? If you're not a parent, what rules do you remember from your own childhood?