My faith in the inherent goodness of people has been very sorely tested.

To my mind, we are equal human beings. It's a pretty basic concept but one that so many seem to take umbrage with.

I'd spent a million years in therapy alone and some with my mother trying to bridge the gaping maw of our relationship dynamic.

Then I hit 50 and all hell broke loose. It's like the OFF switch was activated and all that fast moving metabolism came to an abrupt halt.

Every time I walked past that tangled mess of vampiric vine-age, it took on a deeper and deeper sinister aspect, in my mind.

And there it is. At the root of addiction is the need to escape, to not remember, to feel the freedom from emotional and spiritual pain.

One thing we know for sure is that the living planet will always, always bring itself back to a harmonious balance when faced with chaos

Some people thrive within systems. Luckily for them, our lives are constantly lived within one system or another

It's gotten me thinking about suicide and the taboo it still is in our society. Why is that?

Bold statement alert: I don't care what you do for a living, being a parent is the hardest job on earth.

When you share your home with cats you give up all hope of having nice things.

Okay, the fascination may have been augmented by the ridiculously cute and smart fella who was doing the talking.

It's hard to write an observational blog when the only thing one is currently observing is herself at her desk, in front of her computer.

It definitely feels like I am waiting for the point. What the heck was 2020 all about because, surely, there is some meaning to find there?

I’ve been faced, in recent weeks, with the challenges of being introverted in an extroverted world

Says the Universe all time, “I got you.”

My great-aunt D was born in 1909. She died 90 years later. She was one of three sisters and two brothers. Her father was a teacher and...

When my son, Meacham, was young (and his sister, Pilar, just a baby), he found himself, inexplicably, living in the same house with a...

Maybe it's because we're in Pride month, June, but I have on my mind the phrase "coming out of the closet" which we know is closely...

This is a photograph of my son, Meacham, as he approaches the Dury Mill Cemetery, in Pas de Calais, France where his namesake, my...