The true meaning of beauty

By on May 22, 2016

In the last few weeks I have been taking some active steps to help myself. I could feel, and can feel, a hint of depression crawling back into my chest. I feel tired constantly. I’ve stopped running. I’m drinking too much. I want to change that. I can’t rid myself of grief, and I don’t Read More...


A week of extremes

By on November 21, 2014

This week has been busy and mixed, to say the least. It started out with my last post being featured in The Mighty, a website which celebrates diversity and overcoming challenges. The piece was one I struggled to publish, because I knew it didn’t portray me in the best light. I was being honest, which Read More...

Feature on Real Imprints

By on November 4, 2014

The lovely people over at Real Imprints asked me to write an original piece about the Peanut and me. I crammed a year of blogging into around 4,000 words and submitted it. You can read the first half here. The second half will feature on Thursday. Spoiler alert, we learn the Peanut’s real name. (If you were Read More...


A night of lovely moments

By on October 31, 2014

Last night the Peanut and I had a late one. My usual bedtime of 8.30pm was pushed out to much later. No I wasn’t out drinking or partying or even at the movies. I was at my school’s senior prize giving. On this night, the year 11s, 12s and 13s receive their awards for the Read More...



One thing at a time

By on October 17, 2014

Twelve days and counting! We’ve been hospital free for 12 days, with the Peanut’s health getting better each day. For the first couple of days she still seemed unsettled and cried in the breathless way that makes me panicky to calm her down. In my head an imaginary oxygen saturation machine is guessing at numbers Read More...



Not the post I wanted to write

By on April 18, 2014

I do not want to be writing this post. It has been 11 days since I gave birth to the Peanut, and I have thought a lot about how much I wish I could be writing a different post. I was supposed to be sleep deprived and potentially emotional, but safe at home with my Read More...


One week. Two appointments. Two very different drives home.

By on March 19, 2014

The first appointment was with the ophthalmologist. Our obstetrician had referred us thinking it might be helpful to hear from them before this Peanut shows herself. This was also the first appointment I was going to attend solo. Mr. Million had to work and I had told my Mum she didn’t need to come. As Read More...