Lip Cancer is a Terrible Way to Die
When I visited the consultant, he remarked casually during the conversation that ‘Lip cancer is a terrible way to die’ – and it happens after they cut off your lips to try to save you. He also said that I had had my ‘lifetime’s supply of sun’ which seemed ironic as I had lived in rainy England – with a general reluctance to go outside – for 40 years.
Feeling Excluded
To me, Diversity is about who we are – how many people with unique or under-represented characteristics do we have as a company, as a region, as a city. But Inclusion is about how we feel, and this is a much more individual thing. If people aren’t happy at work, they won’t want to stay in that environment or job, regardless of whether they fall into any of the under-represented groups, so feeling included is vital for everybody.
Remembering My Father
I remember being held against my father’s hairy chest as an infant. I remember him devotedly diving deep attempting unsuccessfully to rescue my silver pail that was pulled from my 4 year old hand by the murky lake. And my sobbing tears.
I wonder if we’re being more honest online
When Boris Johnson announced lockdown, I re-downloaded [dating app] Hinge in a panic. A week earlier I’d decided I was done with online dating. I’d try to meet someone in real life.
Carol Campos – The Year Without Chocolate
As a kid I struggled with asthma. Back then not every doctor was hip to the newest treatments. My Mom brought me to an allergy specialist who I’ll refer to as Dr. Mean. I disliked him immediately.
Grandmother in London Extinction Rebellion Protest
I am a 70 year old grandmother, with three adult children and three grandchildren under 10 years old. I moved to Cornwall from West Sussex in 2016 and became involved with Extinction Rebellion in West Cornwall in the summer of 2019.
Patience Goes a Long Way
Hi! I have time to tell you about the story of my cat, Neccos and her journey to feeling more happy and confident – which has helped me as much as it helped her!
Why I Do The Shit I Do
Honestly, I have no intention in doing the shit that I do but there’s so many things that impact my shit decisions. My parents play a huge role in it, My house is a prison. Every time I’m home I get interrogated, yelled at and I’m trapped in there. My mind is just flooded with thoughts about them. Every second of the day i’m thinking “what will they yell at me for today”
You Are Capable Too
When you go from being in a relationship, to being dependent on yourself, it’s funny the things that sneak up on you.
I think for me, it was this haunting realisation that I’d gone straight into married life and motherhood quite young, and I’d never really lived alone.
My ex husband was brilliant with the jobs around the house. If it needed fixing? He knew how to fix it.
I never had to think much about it.
Living alone then brought with it this surge of issues, and every single time a household appliance went wrong, I would crumble.
I Don’t Miss Mothers’ Day: Mourning a Mother’s Death by Suicide
I don’t miss Mothers’ Day.
Mothers’ Day, of course, still exists. It’s still “a thing” out there in the world…for other people, at least. Hallmark and 1-900-Daffodills are not going out of business. But for me, as someone who lost his extremely funny, warm, likable, pain-in-the-butt mom to suicide, it’s not something I have to worry about anymore.