I know all the tricks. All the ways we hide. The ways we put off inspiration--that desire to paint, to dance, to exercise--by cleaning that pile of papers in the corner or by hitting next on Netflix. Maybe you don't know who you really are or why you're here. Maybe the world sometimes feels so …
Who Cares?
There’s a line in a song that I have always remembered—it goes, “Mother, I’m cut at the root like a weed ‘cause there’s no-one to hear my small story.” For me, that sums up a feeling that’s haunted me for years, of being small and of needing to shout in order to make myself heard …
The Journey Begins
All of my life, there was one thing I promised myself I would never be: mediocre. Maybe I wouldn’t be Shakespeare or Brad Pitt or Helen of Troy, but I’d be interesting and have something to say. No dull life of a housewife for me: I would travel, read literature, write and befriend interesting people. …
