When Dad died last year, one of his legacies was how well he prioritised activities that he enjoyed. He played his sport, pottered in his garden, went fishing, played with
Three years ago I experienced the most primal grief of my life. Three years later it had turned into the gift that kept on giving. However, despite all the silver
Three years ago, I experienced a loss that tore the plaster off a wound I had been trying to heal for thirty years. Three years later, I was still struggling.
Those who know how vocal I am might find it difficult to believe that I have probably never spoken from a totally grounded place when I have been in conflict.
“I have to be perfect to be loved.” Were you the kid who got 99% in a test and worried about the one you got wrong?Are you sensitive to criticism
It is the first Father’s Day without Dad after his death three months ago, and I am spending the weekend with my stepmother. A time for continued reflection, healing, gratitude
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