Authenticity

The Christmas Tantrum

The Christmas Tantrum

Well now, it has arrived in good time this year, my annual festive meltdown. For despite being Mrs.Christmas of all the lovely twinkly ideas, each and every twelve months, come the middle of December, I throw a tantrum of spectacular proportions, and everyone LAUGHS. They do. They look at me, ranting and stropping around the…

Muse Re-Visited!

Muse Re-Visited!

More than ten years ago now, I created by best-selling (EVER) course, MUSE, and it was a complete triumph of joy and inspiration that had those who took it truly willing to admit that perhaps they weren’t living as fully as they could be: that deep inside them there was another version of themselves tucked…

Numbing Out. Dumbing Down.

Numbing Out. Dumbing Down.

Recently, I keep finding myself walking the dreadfully unpredictable halls of Reddit in search of who knows what? Stimulation? Entertainment? Laughs? Horror? Disgust? Fright? Food for thought? Outrage? Heaven knows. I read conspiracy theories and horror stories. I gawp at the people of Walmart and laugh at the ludicrous antics of those who aren’t the…

Where I’m At

Where I’m At

Hello, I’m so sorry I haven’t been around. One of the oddest things about being a blogger is that when sad things happen, I have to toss a coin to decide whether to share the details of that sadness or disappear in order to let my silence do all the talking you need to know….

Stevie and I

Stevie and I

I know. Those of you who have followed me for years have just keeled over in shock seeing Finley, six feet tall, and a boy now in possession of a beard. Honestly? It makes no more sense to me than it does to you. Where did the little boy in all these posts go? Thank heavens then…