Dear Reader

I’m not sure what you expect, but you will not find any “when life gives you lemons”-type posts here. If you want to declutter or paint your house the colour of the year, go right ahead. If you like to be a better parent, don’t ask me how.

At 50, I’m still winging it: life, parenthood, passions, social media, the lot.

I am a late bloomer. I have always been a late bloomer. I committed to the Wild Soul at 40 and had our son at 41. Now, well into what society deems middle age, I am reawakening from hibernation the one thing that has always made me happy: writing.

On the one hand, I am terrified, but on the other, it feels like I am going on the journey of a lifetime. Did I pack all the necessary things? Probably not. I can always get stuff along the way. Did I get all the jabs? I am still determining exactly where I am going. I know I have my passport and the Wild Soul’s support, and I am ready to embark.

Words. Sentences. Paragraphs. Pages. Boots. I had to dig out my brave boots and now learn to walk in them again. This lesson may take a while.

Meanwhile, you will find various articles, essays, paragraphs, quotes, and ramblings on different topics. There will even be some creative attempts. Whether long or short, meaningful or mediocre, delightful or dreadful, each is a brave confession.

Welcome, Reader, to my pages.

Intrepidly,