Journaling

After my grandma died, I devoured the letters we found in her house. Beautiful handwritten wartime love letters with tales from her land army days, before and after she met her husband. There is no stack of love letters between me and my husband for anyone to find and...

Heartbreak High

Last year I completed a coaching programme with a relationship coach I had been following on Instagram for some time. She wanted to work on her self esteem and to quit her day job to focus on her coaching business. Between our first and second sessions, she got...

Time to go

How good are you at recognising that something isn’t working and moving on from it? Recently I was reading with my son. He loves maths, but reading is a chore for him. Begrudgingly, he read to me (mostly in a silly voice) and made it clear he was finding the book...