By now some of you are aware of ‘The Roller-blading Incident’ – yes, the one where I thought I could roller-blade, again. I mean, who the hell can’t roller-blade? It looks so easy when co-ordinated people do it. It’s not that I can’t roller-blade at all – but I am just not at the level …
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I died a thousand times tonight
Embrace your dark side This is what I read on FB the other day. Embrace my dark side? WTF?! It certainly sounds pretty kinky I must admit – but what if my dark side has less to do with a deep voice and a black cape and more to do with getting mad at a …
rolling with the good times
Oh man, right now I am feeling so grateful to have this blog. Isn’t the internet grand? Such a time-waster but also such an enabler. I am feeling so grateful to all of you who responded to my last post about announcing I am a writer and grateful to anyone, in fact, who has ever …
The Real Deal (nude scenes and strong language)
Last week I turned pro. Did you know? You might have missed it if you are not on Linked In. I listed myself as a writer and it felt a bit sticky. Even now I’m cringing on the inside. But I did it. I don’t know what will come of this besides daily emails inviting …
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romancing the soul in saint tropez
There is more juice to be got out of my day in Saint Tropez. Feeling out of the flow is confusing. I can’t make decisions. I have so much to say but I don’t know where to start. Things feel difficult. I numb out. I waste time in front of the mirror. I try to …
the Interesting and the Beautiful
Ah now I remember the other side of France – the side where I had low self-esteem. Saint Tropez …. The place of starlets and movie stars. The playground of the rich and famous, where Brigitte Bardot sunbathed topless in the 1960s. Songs have been written about it. Fake tans have been named after it. …
The First Time
The First time I went to France I was eighteen and with my parents. We got dropped off by a tour bus and had three days staying on the outskirts of Paris. I remember it was Bastille Day and a man had brought a ladder to climb up and see the parade. We drank red …
a day in the life of a girl getting high
The day back to work after the holiday is hardly the best one of the year. I woke up with a vague sense of depression. I was in a daze. I had only been away a week, but I didn’t know how I was ever going to work again. Could I still do it? Then …
the journey home – part 2
And on with the manifesting talk she goes! At the moment I am taking two online courses. One is called The Feminine Art of Manifesting with Rose Cole and Gina DeVee (which is not exclusively for women) and the other is The Abundant Creative with Melissa D’Antoni. Both of them had recommended reading The Game of Life …
the journey home – part 1
I have found my new bible. The Game of Life and How To Play it. Or maybe it’s not the bible but just a new testament that’s been unearthed, revealed itself, and I am taking the words as the gospel. As is always the way, this book has come at the perfect time. I’ve quit …
Wonderlust 