And so, I’m sitting here (as I do) wondering where to start. Perhaps with a confession. Before I started this post, I checked my stats. I know, I said elsewhere, don’t become a Stats fiend. New year, new me? No, not quite. But I’m looking at the chart, thinking: Who are these people? Where do they come from? How can I help them? Bounce rate is like, something fun, right? No? I started blogging when blogs were indeed personal journals.…
‘Isla, get off the stage, Dearest.’ We’d just arrived at the theatre after three hours in the car. Isla was burning of some energy by strutting across a platform thing I think was leftover from another performance. Part of Isla’s Christmas gift was tickets to The Nutcracker when Scottish Ballet brought it to Inverness. We didn’t think we’d get to go, because weather was happening right up until we started our road-trip. But we piled in the car, picked up…
Isla looked at my face this morning and asked a very maybe wise beyond her years/obvious/ simple question: Mummy, why don’t you sleep at night? What could I say? Because I’m cold, Because I’m reading, Because I’m hungry, Because I feel crowded, Because I feel alone, Because I think too much, Because it’s too quiet. Are you breathing? Have I done enough? How old am I? How old are you? Shit. Because I’m crafting complicated sentences. Fuck it. What time…
Work With Me Before I lived on the internet, I had several day jobs. Most of those included writing on topics such as accessible travel, education, arts and business writing. If you would like me to write for you on any of these topics or other ones, please get in touch. I landed my favourite job when I drove into the interview and everyone in the office read my blog before I got there. My old boss calls me, um,…
‘Did you enjoy your stay?’ ‘Well, no.’ I said. We were checking out of our hotel on our most recent road-trip to Edinburgh. My mouth gets me in trouble sometimes. Like that time I asked Neil to marry me. Or the time I threw my Dad out of my house. Or that time I asked why the shit am I friends with these people? Now. I could have been talking about a few reasons why this trip was not the…
