We don’t have to be deserving of love

Atlanta, who does absolutely nothing to deserve my love This week I’m writing about love. Specifically, I’m writing about what I’ve learned about love through spending most of my adult life as an unpartnered person, in a society that often seems to go out of its way...

Survive-ability

I am forty years old today. My body bears scars and wrinkles appropriate to its age, but in many ways, I feel surprisingly young–especially when viewed through the gaze– of society. By which I mean simply that I approach forty with delight and curiosity and a sense...

How to feel more connected – care maps and closing loops

communally cooking a meal in the Digbeth Community Garden Some things that have occurred this past week that have made it clearer than ever to me that we need to pause and recognise how connected we are to one another: ongoing ignorance when it comes to looking at the...

Family matters

me and my family (minus cats!) on holiday in the Lake District For much of the last year I’ve been living with my parents. This is not something I would ever have predicted happening this time last year, but looking back it’s been a gift, and an incredibly...

You are not behind

these flowers are right on time and so are you Yes, you read that right. You are not behind. I don’t care how many things you have left to do. I don’t care what your boss says. I don’t care that you wish you were further ahead on whatever path you are treading, the...