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My beautiful, brave foster daughter has started her own blog, which details her journey out of addiction. It is raw, it is powerful, and it is making me all of the proud. I have ummed and ahhed about sharing my story with the world, many times thrown around the idea of writing a book with … Continue reading On being proud
Midwives are in the news again. We can't tell our stories as individuals, because we risk breaching professional boundaries and client confidentiality. Our hands are tied, from telling our stories as midwives. But. I am more than a midwife. I am a woman, and I can tell that story. One day at work, I saw … Continue reading On Breaking Points.
This is a phrase that my boss uses quite often, as a conversation started. What's on top for you today? As a person. As a team. As a service. As a group. What's on top for me? How do you even start to separate what is on top? It is international women's day again! That … Continue reading On What’s on top
Today, I heard some inspirational words: Attitudes are contagious. Make yours worth catching. Do what is Right, not what is policy. Shame is too blunt an instrument ever to be used to effect any kind of change. I heard more words of pain, from caring people wrung out by a thankless task: We have lost … Continue reading On Roaring
This Blog isn't funny. Sorry. There aren't any memes, or jokes or light hearted moments. At the beginning, it looks like falling in love. You want to be together every moment, you lose interest in your family and friends, and you just want to be with that new, fascinating, sexy person who you just met. … Continue reading On what it looks like at the beginning *TRIGGER WARNING* references abusive relationships.
So, when I was twenty one, I was in the middle of a separation that would end in divorce, in the middle of a custody battle, in the middle of not knowing anything about myself, really. I knew what I believed: I believed I knew what love was, I was agnostic and regularly attended church; … Continue reading On growth
My Dad was born in 1948, three years after Armistice day. He grew up in post war England, and he didn't tell very many stories about his childhood, so I feel like maybe it was grim. He did tell us tales of playing with the wombles of Wimbledon common, close to his home, but I … Continue reading On remembering.
Prince is gone, and I am crying. Every so often, I would put on some of his songs and immediately be transported to a world where gender was irrelevant, feelings were real, sex was an emotion and music was the only thing that mattered. I remember my Dad playing purple rain. I was a little … Continue reading On what it sounds like when doves cry
So, I turned forty today. Which is a milestone birthday in most peoples worlds, and one of those occasions we are supposed to face with the kind of dread usually reserved for when we see dementors headed our way in the wizarding world. But honestly... I am fine with it. I haven't really engaged in … Continue reading On turning forty.