Month: September 2017

September mourns.

TS Eliot said that April is the cruellest month (click here, if you don’t believe me), but I think he’s wrong. For me, the cruellest month is September. Always has been, always will be. September is the month when everything changes for the worst. Summer is over, school is back, vacations are a distant memory.

You’re never too young to be a feminist.

Absolutely LOVED LOVED LOVED this piece in The New York Times. We’re now more likely to tell our daughters they can be anything they want to be — an astronaut and a mother, a tomboy and a girlie girl. But we don’t do the same for our sons. It’s soooo true. Society spends so much of

New me, new blog.

What do I want from this blog? What is it going to achieve? How is it going to help me grow as a person? I have absolutely no idea. But I know that I want to do it, so I might as well start here! First up, the rules about what this blog is NOT