At the Foot of the Mountain

Confession: I gave up. I threw in the towel. I put down my pen and walked away. I got discouraged and quit. ‘Who cares anyway?’ I thought. ‘So what if I don’t write? What is my voice among the cacophony of others?’ I stopped using my voice and not just here on my blog. After…

Going Away ‘Mom-guilt’ Baking

‘What are your plans for the day?’ I work part-time so there are days in the week when I’m off. Sometimes, on these days, when my hard-working husband asks that question about my day, my back goes right up. I’m not sure why I get offended by it, as most of the time he’s just asking out…

All part of the plan

My worst ever interview was when I was age seventeen. I wanted to be on television, a Blue Peter presenter (!) ideally, and live in London.  At the time I was adamant I would not consider going to university despite encouragement in that direction from parents and teachers. I read about presenters who had worked their…