Summer wasn’t meant to be this way. Summer was meant to be about feeling the sun on your face, lifting your chin to let it filter down your body, enveloping you in a cocoon of gold.
She stares blankly at the walls. Undone. "What did I forget?"
“Jesus Christ woman, what is this?! I’ve just got off an eight hour flight, I don’t need this crap!” Gripping the kitchen chair, she pulled the wooden seat tight against her thighs, ready to assume the crash position.
There I was, foetally curled, waiting for something to happen. My beautiful boy didn’t stumble back to his bed, he lay down, spooning me and pulling as many towels as he could over the two of us. And there we lay…
Spent a day in hospital this week, never a pleasant experience but thankfully it was in a professional capacity. I’m writing about a piece of Radiography equipment which has had me pondering the nature of Technical PR. There’s a balance
I’m experiencing something of a personality conflict; heart-pounding as if for an exam I’m sure I’ll fail, it’s clear in my head that this blog is supposed to be about me in my professional capacity talking about the power of