I was talking to an old friend this week, remembering a time when we were both much younger. It’s funny where the tendrils of nostalgia take you – I got to thinking about activism, about taking a stand, shouting your
Trust in me…
Do you trust me? You know, really trust me? Are you confident that I am what you think I am? Or are you not quite sure about me? Is the jury out? Are you lurking, trying to make up your
Phwoar! Check out that talent….
I’m having one of those days, slightly ranty, more than a little frazzled and confused, always confused… Everywhere I turn I see fabulous women and men with real talent who are paralysed by insecurity, or juggling everything to make things
Dear Mona,
(Many) years ago, after leaving University, one of my first jobs was working in Clinton Cards. Hardly what I imagined when I donned the gown and hat thing and collected my scrolled certificate, but there we are. Not just any
Paranoia….
It’s a prevailing emotion in my world. I fluctuate between having the confidence to speak my mind and stick my neck out when the situation requires, and paralysing paranoia that I’ve said or done the wrong thing, or that what