Writer, journalist, speaker, woman of faith, mum, aunty, wife and friend. Pathological peacemaker. Borderline oversharer. I love to have conversations that can spark change. Still believe the pen is mightier than the sword.
Waves of grief
We always think we know something. Until we realise we absolutely don’t. I thought I had known sadness, for example. That was until the death of my grandfather unearthed chasms of sorrow I had yet to explore.
Bond, Jane Bond
Not that Her Majesty posts an ad in Craigslist when she requires new members of her Secret Service, but if she did, here are all the reasons why mums should be the first to apply.
The Joy of the Techless Nineties
I was born in the summer of 1979. In 1985, age six, I saw my first computer. It was beige, gigantic, and wheeled into my classroom on a trolley not dissimilar to the kind hotel porters use for an entire football team's worth of luggage. So rare was the lesser-spotted BBC computer it was chained (literally—and padlocked!) to the trolley, and only certain teachers could turn on this wondrous machine.
A Movement is What’s Needed
No longer is a period the grammar we must use. It time to change the narrative, full stops we must refuse. Boxes are not suitable, labels fail us also
Endo' an Era
It wasn't supposed to be like this. Clinging to the sheets on my hospital bed to try and survive the now constant lapping of waves of pain, two thoughts permeated my mind: "I can't do this any more," and "It wasn't supposed to be like this."
I Got Rid of My Smartphone...
Digitally distracted. Those were the words that made me take the plunge and swap out the extension of my body that was my iPhone for a less-abled, less sexy, less functional "dumbphone."
Walk for Freedom
Thousands of people are set to step out this weekend across the globe, to Walk for Freedom. Supporting international anti-human trafficking charity, the A21 Campaign, silent protesters will take to the streets in cities across the world marching in single file through areas filled with shoppers.