My friend Facebook has begun to make me anxious because of my ad spend but also because it would appear I’ve been pooing wrong my whole life (and so have you). Now I can’t go to the loo without wondering if I’m...
Read MoreThursday was Joshua’s memorial. It was, for me, a moment that counted. There were many, many people who got that but also – and this is why I feel like such a fool – many people who had sent me “anything you need” messages through the year that were missing.
Read MoreUntil this year cancer has always been a slightly sordid word for me. It got stuck in my mouth and came out muttered or garbled: Smmcanther. There’s a piece of me that still worries that either cancer or the misery it brings could be “catchy”.
Read MoreIt’s very hard to talk about the gifts that cancer has brought us – especially when we are still “in” it. A perfect day is surely one of them.
Read MoreThe garden that I planted to heal my son, it seems, is filled to the brim with beautiful, heirloom, organic Josh poison.
Read MoreI complained about my lack of friends to Jackie (who IS actually a friend). I wondered how never got invited to things. I wanted to know how come everyone else had a book club. I (the person I know who reads the most) read alone.
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