At last, I can reveal I have a new business card….
It’s not wonky in real life – that’s down to the photographer’s skill and creativity. Continue reading “New business card”
No solitude like home
There is no solitude like that of being at home alone
It is deeper than the prayer of monastery or retreat
Softer than the quietude of chapels and libraries Continue reading “No solitude like home”
I have a tidy house (almost) for the first time in four years
As an anal person, I never used to understand why some people lived in a mess. I just didn’t get untidiness, because I’m someone who is never happier than when everything is in its place.
Now I can explain it. It’s called living with a small goat toddler. (Motherhood) Continue reading “I have a tidy house (almost) for the first time in four years”
Can you be a feminist if you can’t think?
Are you still a feminist?’ – that was a question asked of me last week by a young woman who had read one of my books.
‘Now there’s a question,’ I thought as I stood at the bus stop tapping a reply into my Blackberry. ‘I was a feminist when I last thought about it – about four years ago – but I don’t know if I still am because what would involve thinking and I haven’t got time for that.’ Continue reading “Can you be a feminist if you can’t think?”
Come swish in Balsall Heath
Calling all Balsall Heath, Birmingham types. Come along to the next Great Green Clothes swap at Balsall Heath Church Centre, Edward Road B12 9JU on Friday 23 April at 7pm. (People from Moseley and Kings Heath can be honorary Balsall Heathens for the evening. So can anyone else for that matter.) Continue reading “Come swish in Balsall Heath”
The night after my mother died
I wrote this poem one Mothers’ Day several years after my mum had died. Recently I lost Arch, aged three, in the supermarket for about five panic-striken minutes. That experience has brought me back to this poem, re-living it, this time as the mum. Continue reading “The night after my mother died”
I hate public relations (PR)
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate the public relations industry and I certainly don’t hate people who work in it. Some of my best friends…..(Jayne Howarth, Ros Dodd etc). Unlike some journalists I actually feel grateful to good PR firms. Let’s be honest, in recent years working on a newspaper would have been far harder without them. Continue reading “I hate public relations (PR)”
May my work…
May my work be the way
May it be my worship
May it be the growing of my heart and the connecting of my soul Continue reading “May my work…”
How to stay cheerful when technology fails
This post was inspired by a week in which my desktop had a virus. Virgin Media had changed its servers so I couldn’t access my emails. My spanking new laptop stared blankly at me and resolutely refused to run Windows 7 and the computer I had borrowed froze so many times I spent more hours hitting the refresh button than I did getting any work done. Continue reading “How to stay cheerful when technology fails”
I love my new boss
I love my new boss. I like her ideals, her approach to life, her attitude to business. They echo my own.
I know she has my best interests at heart – as I do hers. It’s not uncommon, even in the best of organisations, to feel a degree of ambivalence towards your employers. You are prepared to work hard and put yourself out, but, quite rightly, there are limits as to how far you will go on their behalf. Continue reading “I love my new boss”