The measure of success

  You know what? I'm getting pretty fed up with hearing that the only way to make it as a businessperson is to work shit-hard hours and ignore your family, friends and any other needs or priorities you might have. I was on a flight recently and the Easyjet magazine profiled the daily routines of … Continue reading The measure of success


Being Mummy

  A poem about becoming a mother, written earlier this year when my daughter would have been about 20 months old. Being mum Being me Which one is better? Which one is true? I sometimes wish I could do the maths, but I don't think it's a conundrum, a puzzle to be solved. It's a paradox. Becoming … Continue reading Being Mummy