Melodramatic start, I know. Sorry about that. This post is about grief. Overwhelming, crippling and all-encompassing. You might want to stop reading now, please don't. We will all experience grief in our lives and yet we all do not talk about it, afraid it may be catching. Afraid to share such heart-breaking emotions. Death is an unavoidable certainty and yet we fear to speak of it. It hit me like a steam train. It made my chest feel tight and I thought I'd never be able to

As a mum, some of my main frustrations and happiest times arise from spending time with my children. Parenting is a tough gig, that is the truth. There, I said it. But it is also a huge GIFT. And daily I am reminded that these little creatures that sometimes take all you've got, fill your cup immensely on other days and force you to be mindful. How can you be anywhere else when a two year old is asking never ending questions about their surroundings? Or having a meltdown? Or

I have started Lockdown v2 with major overwhelm. Interesting when round 1 for me was all 'take the bull by the horns' and craft and cook Covid away. This time, I don’t have the kids, they are at school or playgroup most days and so now I have time… you’d think. But as any mum will tell you by the time you clean, hoover, cook, sort washing and shower yourself it is almost time to leave the house and get them. So here I am wondering whether to launch of YouTube or find a new ni