Missing


Today I was chatting to a beautiful, young, brave woman, she is also ridiculously  clever, she has earned degrees and diplomas…. as I said she’s clever. Despite all this, she struggled to concentrate long enough today to take a message on a phone call. She, like me, is also a kick-arse fighter of auto-immune disease. … Continue reading Missing

Dirty Shoes


Driving with my now 19-year-old son. Out of the blue, he grabs my hand and says, “I’m so proud of you, Mum. It must be hard knowing that no one will ever really know but us. I hope we are enough – that we know and we are proud.” Yes my son,  it is enough. … Continue reading Dirty Shoes

Hail all pyjama clad warriors! Listen up…


  I understand that my ability to Push through is the reason I am still alive.  I know that it was through drive and will power that I fought to save my sanity, my marriage, my life. I have been applauded for this character trait and received accolades for my strength and ability to shove … Continue reading Hail all pyjama clad warriors! Listen up…