My Father’s First Love
My Father, Peter John Nash was born in Reading, the same town as my Mother. His parents met in Germany at the end of World War…
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My Father’s First Love
My Father, Peter John Nash was born in Reading, the same town as my Mother. His parents met in Germany at the end of World War 2. They returned to England to live with extended…
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Letters from my Mother – Part 2
In 1968 my Mother decided to move to Toronto, Canada with three girlfriends, she had just ended a 5-year relationship and engagement to a man named Ken Chambers. One day, when I…
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Letters from my Mother – Part 1
I had a trip planned to the UK for Easter this year and when California announced Lockdown and Trump announced all flights would be cancelled between the US and Europe, I decided…
What is Kundalini Yoga?
Kundalini Yoga is quite simply, very different from Hatha Vinyasa Yoga. After my first class I felt weird being in my spandex, because Kundalini can be…
The Kitchen Table
This was the table I grew up with, this was the table we sat around as a happy and complete family. It was wooden, a light…
Percy
My Mum had recently reversed her car into Becky – our elderly Labrador – and she died on the spot. My soon to be ex stepfather…
Making Coffee
Finding the extraordinary in the ordinary – writing about a moment in my morning. I am on my third kettle in 3 years. It’s the…
My Mothers Death
My writings have taken a looong sabbatical. My life grew in unexpected ways. It is no longer just about me anymore. I got married and became…
Ibiza – Not Just a Party Place
Believing the end of the world is nigh is deep in the thoughts of every generation: The Rolling stones busted out ‘Gimme Shelter’in the 60’s; Elvis…
What a Marathon Taught Me
It was during Paris fashion week in October 2008 that I was triggered into despair and body obsession. I imagine that 90% of people at Fashion…
Quitting the Cigs!
A year ago today I gave up smoking. Finally. I was one of those vehementally anti smoker kids, mainly because I felt that smoking attributed…
The Problem with Happiness Psychology
There came a time in my life when I lost sight of what made me happy. People would say, do what makes you happy! Just have…
