It’s raining.

Today I am happy. Today I am writing.

And then I wanted to write.

I make no promise of timelines, of schedules, of regular posts. But the need to write has come back. So write I will

Thinking on the rain

Yesterday was my birthday. I spent the rainy morning driving my daughter and her friends to their first high school orientation. The afternoon was spent at the dentist with my kids. That’s all fine.


The cake may have crumbled. But turns out I didn't.


Being a mo sista, or in this case a mo daughter is the least I could do. I wear my heart on my sleeve, runners on my feet, and now, a mo on my

Not Illegal

It is a basic human right to be able to seek asylum.

War wounds and half marathons.

Running is one of those things that comes with war wounds of glory and a need to talk about the last great run. For this, I make no apologies.

Stuff. It happens.

Stuff. It happens. It is what life is made of. Live it. Live it well.

10 tips for a slow day

Some days you really should just stop. You should stay home and not bother with all the things you're so sure are necessary. Busy-ness shouldn't be a prize to be bragged about.

A week is a long time. Three years is even longer.

I continue to be baffled at the decisions of the new government; and if someone could explain to me the weird that was Q and A last night, I'd be ever so grateful.