Ramblings on Running, Motherhood and Life...

There is something about ‘Old Crones’.
From our childhood, we have always seen them in a mystical light. Wether they are witches, or the  spiritual head of our tribe, there is something about them. Pagan. Vibrant. Raw. Powerful.
The thousands of years of misogamy, compounds that essence. Old women were something to be feared; something alien and nonconformist. If you think back a few hundred years, then any woman older than her forty’s was something unusual. In childbirth, hard...

t is fair to say that I have been trying to write -well anything- for the last couple of years. This isn't just a severe case of writers block, this is full-on guillotine - noisy French peasants calling for my blood and my powdered wig wilting in the...

I have had a tough few days. It’s not the fact I was solo-parenting my kid, in a different place, whilst he was getting used to the hormonal roller-coaster called ‘Puberty’. It’s not due to the permanent anxiety trip I am on — if it’s not selling this...

When your little bundle gets handed to you after birth, you are tired, emotional and perhaps a little daunted by what the next twenty years or so will hold for you. Most of us know in that haze of chemicals and hormones that we will have to protect this...