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The Best Most Awful Job: Twenty Writers Talk Honestly About Motherhood

The Best Most Awful Job: Twenty Writers Talk Honestly About Motherhood

The Best Most Awful Job: Twenty Writers Talk Honestly About Motherhood Edited by Katherine May A note to the reader.  I read this book and wrote this piece before the world entered a new age and way of life. Before the word pandemic reached our ears and most of the problems were far away enough not to worry. But here we are, separated from our older parents; grandparents, immunity compromised friends and loved ones and now without school, a great weight has been placed on us for how long we do not know. If you are a mother whether you

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Wintering : How I Learned to Flourish When Life Became Frozen by Katherine May

Wintering : How I Learned to Flourish When  Life Became Frozen by Katherine May

Book Review Wintering : How I Learned to Flourish When  Life Became Frozen by Katherine May Losing hope and entering a well of darkness is an emotion that is common to all of us. It is not something we experience once or twice but on numerous occasions throughout our lives.  For some the depth of despair is deeper than it is for others. The frequency too varies but it exists and is mostly unavoidable; this is the human condition and in a way can hold the function of righting a wrong. This is what May calls “wintering.” Our complexity knows

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Book Review- Wild Woman Swimming A Journal Of West Country Swimming

Book Review- Wild Woman Swimming A Journal Of West Country Swimming

Literature | Review Wild Woman Swimming A Journal of West Country Waters by Lynne Roper Tanya Shadrick a former hospice scribe made a promise to Lynne Roper after a single meeting which was to published Roper’s wild swim diaries upon her death. The diaries cover the time between her survival of breast cancer and her death from a brain tumour. This however is not a book about death. This is a book about life; it is about taking note of its beauty, its sublime and the people one encounters on a daily exploration through water. Roper’s wit, sarcasm and humour

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READING, LISTENING, YEARNING

READING, LISTENING, YEARNING

  The magical colours of autumn have steadily graced the many little squares of instagram, mine included. The orange glow, a prelude to winter carpets the ground underfoot in leaf form whilst pumpkins and gourds cover the surfaces of our tables and counter tops. The beauty of this time of year just about allows me to forgive the lack of chill in the air. My thick woollens have barely made their way out of their moth bags. It was only today that I managed to pull out my favourite Toast jumper after opening a moth bag to discover larvae. “Please

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EVERYDAY CREATIVITY: FINDING THE RIGHT SPACE TO WRITE

EVERYDAY CREATIVITY: FINDING THE RIGHT SPACE TO WRITE

  Could you complete the following: I write because… The urge has always been strong. As a child, I would staple pieces of paper together to form a book and fill it with childish scrawls. I couldn’t write yet but I sensed a kind of magic when pen met paper and felt fulfilled in doing so as my mind was always buzzing with stories. Not long after, those pages began to be filled with actual words in the guise of fairy tales. They were usually stories of witches laying curses upon villages; I don’t remember what was being read to

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HOW WE FESTIVALED – INTO THE WILD 2017

HOW WE FESTIVALED – INTO THE WILD 2017

We had endured a week of rain and that night as I sat on the floor preparing a craft project to do with the eldest the next day during the younger one’s nap time was when the husband and I decided we would join some friends to go camping at the Into the Wild Festival. After pressing “buy tickets” I stared out into the bleak night, the rain drop patterned window and chill in the air made me secretly say in my head “ what have I done?”  Obviously I didn’t tell the husband that, not after spending the money…

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EMBRACING MOLASSES

EMBRACING MOLASSES

  My mind is buzzing with ideas. It’s not constant but when ideas for writing arrive they bombard my mind, flood me and overwhelm. It’s as though I’ve been buzzing along on a specific frequency and suddenly start feeling a shift, like short wave to long. So I’m going to just go ahead and start writing before the radio/ transmitter I obviously have in my head starts doing strange things and I forget to write at all. There have been posts that I had planned on thumping out on the computer and for whatever reason or the other; my fingers

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Reading, Listening, Yearning

Reading, Listening, Yearning

  Finding energy lately has been pretty hard, a lot of it was spent on worry, looking after children and hoping and dreaming on a new home outside of London. I’ve managed to catch up on some reading, zilch writing but dreaming even if it’s all so fuzzy. I still manage to do it albeit tinted with much frustration and anxiety. It does seem to take me a long time to do anything, it took me over a month to answer a list of questions a fellow writer sent me on motherhood and creativity but I eventually managed it. It

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BIRTHING LITERATURE : HOW TO GROW A BABY AND PUSH IT OUT BY CLEMMIE HOOPER

BIRTHING LITERATURE : HOW TO GROW A BABY AND PUSH IT OUT BY CLEMMIE HOOPER

Once you overcome the initial shock of finding out you are pregnant whether planned or not, there is much excitement.  Intermingling with this excitement soon after is anxiety and fear. There is worry over whether you will hear that heartbeat at each scan, whether your baby has formed healthily and then the worry over what kind of parent you will be. Whether you will be able to cope with one of the biggest changes in your life whilst envisaging the magnitude of the responsibility ahead. For most even through the all day nausea; heartburn, sciatica, carpel tunnel syndrome (yes, I

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HAPPY BRAVE NEW YEAR

Happy new year! I hope this irregularly mild holiday season was met with family warmth and laughter that has kept your inner fires warm enough to get you through these ice laced mornings and evenings. I don’t write resolutions as mentioned before but I have picked a word to loom over me, it is BRAVE. I endeavour to be braver in everything I pursue, be it hunting for a home and delving deeper into work like a bear nuzzling into a cave but that’s not the right analogy as that doesn’t sound brave but cosy. So maybe what I should

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