Accepting grief: To my old friend, time…
Dear old friend, I have known you for quite a while now – decades even – yet it still feels as though I don’t fully understand you. When we were younger you seemed to move very slowly, emphasising each minute
Adulting with a working millennial
Dear old friend, I have known you for quite a while now – decades even – yet it still feels as though I don’t fully understand you. When we were younger you seemed to move very slowly, emphasising each minute
Hi friends! As a newbie to the blogging community, I spent the passed few weeks going through so many blogs, reading hundreds of posts and interacting with some very special people. It has been such a wonderful experience meeting people
June 28, 2000 – Day ninety five of the coronavirus pandemic… Yes, the year is 2000. “Bugs, please get off the phone now. I told you I needed to respond to an email by 3pm!” I sternly said to Nuno
“Gabby, what are you doing? Listen to me, we need to get you help because this is going to kill you…” “Mama, leave me alone. You don’t understand, no one does!” I wish I had the courage to tell her
Just a few days ago, I found myself dividing my attention between feeding my toddler and responding to colleagues that continuously pinged me onSkype for business. On a normal day it would be fine, but at nearly seven in the
After twenty three months on a rollercoaster ride, my toddler is still alive. Now if you are wondering why that is such an achievement, try handling a baby for forty eight hours straight. Once you’ve managed, times that by three