SO after 18 months of writing down my thoughts every week, this is my last column.
I AM sat in bed writing this with the hangover of all hangovers and my head buzzing from last night. The opening of my exhibition ‘Everything is Now’ was more exceptional than I ever imagined. At the start of the night, my imposter syndrome kicked in and I thought it might just be me, Greg and my parents drinking wine in silence together. I was so overwhelmed by the amount of people who showed up to see the work, share their stories and open up to some of the tough questions good art can enc
I HAVEN’T been at work since September 2015 when I went on maternity leave from my course leader role at Solent University.
THE sun has come out for the beginning of April, which marks the official beginning of spring and the start of bowel cancer awareness month.
MY PARENTS went on holiday to Malta last week and while they were only gone for four days, I felt like I had my arm cut off. They are a linchpin in my daily survival, whether that's my dad handing me a bottle of beer as I turn up at their house after a difficult day or my mum snuggling up with me on the sofa to have a snooze because she knows I’ve only had a few hours after the Tiny Maniacs Gang have had another night time party at my expense.
IF YOU have been reading my column for a while, you’ll know I’ve become passionate about trying new things and experiencing everything I can get my hands on. This week, I branched out into new territory; arguing with Internet trolls. Greg is well known for throwing himself into online debates about politics but I prefer to have my discussions to dip out of this kind of shenanigans. However, these people said the wrong thing about me on the wrong day. Greg had been taken to hospital with acut
I’VE JUST celebrated my 39th dance around the sun and I’ve made the most of it. I’m feeling good about being 39 and all that goes with it. I have never liked hearing people dread their birthdays as they get older; I think that all ages have something different to offer. Here are some garbled musings on life from a 39 year old mind which is likely to change its thoughts as quickly as it has formed them …
Recently, I have been obsessed with daffodils. They are the only flower I’m not allergic to but also I’m sure I’m not the only English person who craves seeing their yellow heads peeping up through the ground as they promise of the end of cold and dark days. They adorn my house and I’ve taken them to anyone I’ve visited recently. They remind me of the Albert Camus quote “In the midst of winter, I found there was within me an invincible summer”. During the past week, I have had to d
CHEMOTHERAPY is a very hard thing for me to talk about because while I know a lot about it, I also know absolutely nothing because I’ve never experienced it.
Sometimes, this whole cancer nonsense makes me want to curl up in a ball and sleep until high summer. It’s relentless, draining and I most certainly do not get enough sleep due to my tiny people for the energy needed to face the day. Most days, I rely on my morning 3 shot of coffee in a mug the size of my head and listening to Oprah’s podcast to get me focused and positive but on others, I just have to look around at the people who are working close by.
