Tag Archives: Childless
Am I childless or childfree?
Am I childless or childfree? Or am I neither? Am I somewhere in between? I drafted this blog earlier this week but couldn’t finish it at the time. I’ve returned today to edit it and to share it with you … Continue reading
Embracing ‘what is’
The truth is that nobody has a charmed life. Everyone experiences heartache and pain (some more than others, I grant you that). But we all have a choice as to how we live. The most important lesson I have learned … Continue reading
Ambivalence about motherhood
Whenever I do a short radio or TV interview, I come away wishing I’d said things differently and made my points more clearly and succinctly. In most cases, I come away wanting to write, wanting to make sense of my … Continue reading
Seize the day!
I feel like I’ve written this blog before, or one very like it. I thought about going back through my previous posts to have a look, to avoid repeating myself, but I didn’t want to. I just wanted to write. … Continue reading
A Bed Full of Memories
I’m staying in my old flat in London this week, the flat I lived in for 13 years, from the ages of 31 to 44. As I got under the covers last night and wrestled with sleep – my washing … Continue reading
V for Valentine’s, V for Victory
“The best moments in our lives, are not the passive, receptive, relaxing times – although such experiences can also be enjoyable, if we have worked hard to attain them. The best moments usually occur when a person’s body or mind … Continue reading
Yin and Yang
“What’s it like to be loved by me?” I asked last night, kind of joking. “Intense,” he said with a laugh. “Intense?” I replied, in quite a high pitch. “Intense?” But I couldn’t help laughing along with him. “Intense isn’t … Continue reading
Festive feelings
It’s not all snowflakes and tinsel, jingle bells and ho, ho, ho. It’s not all jolly times and happy memories. Christmas has the ability to remind us of Christmases past and perhaps, for some of us, Christmas hasn’t always been … Continue reading
Ageing disgracefully
I’ve just put my dear Mum on the train in Bournemouth, destination North Wales. As I sat her down and made sure she was comfortable and that she knew where her coat and case were, and as I asked a … Continue reading
Choosing hope
Yesterday, I felt my life was meaningless because I didn’t have children. That feeling doesn’t hit me very often. And it hasn’t hit me for a while. As you’ll have read on this blog, my life has been changing in … Continue reading
From Forty With Love 