Dear Cancer…..
We are four, forty something year old women. In our chosen sport, we are called Masters…. In our peer groups, we are called friends, mums, or the mad dog lady. We …
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Growing chin hair: The Aging Process
Aging can be a real bastard. I remember older women warning me when I was younger to appreciate all I had. My boobs that were pert, my chin that was …
The curious case of the cat and the neighbour….
I have three cats. I don’t give them as much blog attention as Rosie the stupid Labrador. Predominantly because we don’t really get along as well, and I don’t really …
When panic grows like a teenage boy’s boil
The last twelve months of my life have been a cliché journey. I have worked really hard to ensure I am comfortable with who I am, how I look, and …
Carbs, canoes, and curbing a Fortnight addiction….
Screens. Fortnight. Google. WhatsApp Snapchat Instagram My kids can use them all. Like me, they rely on technology to live. I both hate and adore it, in equal measures. Because …