Dear me… I see you there, sweet sixteen, on the swings in the park during lunch hour, finally old enough to be allowed off the school grounds when there are no classes. You hide away here with a few other misfits and you really enjoy their company. This is the year of floating between social…
Today I’m thrilled to be guest posting at Hilary’s blog, The Wild Love, about realising you don’t need to compete with anyone. Hilary and I had both been reading each other’s blogs for a little while in secret enjoyment before she emailed me one day to say hello. Her writing is beautiful and vulnerable and…
My future was decided early on. I was going to spend my days cuddling African babies under an African sun. I felt the blood of my great great aunt and her missionary life running in my veins and my young passionate spirit wanted to follow in her footsteps. I spent my teen years reading the…
I’m sitting alone in a tiny cupcake store, in between meetings. My route from the car park to my second meeting location has serendipitously led me past this little place with the colourful cupcakes in the window, and since I am half an hour early due to the huge amount of nerves-driven contingency timing, I…
A while ago, a lovely women from our church in Brussels gave me a book that had had a big impact on her. It was Tough Choices, the memoir of Carly Fiorina. She is an American businesswoman, and for six years was CEO for Hewlitt-Packard, at a time when the number of women in top…
It’s my birthday today. And with this one, I definitely can no longer claim to be in my mid-twenties, it’s definitely late-twenties, and inching daily towards the big three oh that everyone anticipates so much. And I’m not dreading it. Today looks like it will be quite a normal day. We got home late last…