I’m 39 years old and I’m sensitive. It’s a quality that I’ve been aware of most of my life and one my parents often thought of as a flaw. To some, sensitive often means over-sensitive. It means we need to toughen up. To protect ourselves from waves of emotion. Feeling too much can complicate relationships… Read More On Emotional Range During the Pandemic
My mind is foggy. I finally found the time to unravel my thoughts here at the computer, where the rhythm of the keyboard helps me think. Home-learning started again today. I put the edits for my next book aside and helped our 8 year old with his lessons. Tomorrow, our 11 year old’s home-learning starts,… Read More Forced Change and New Year’s Wishes
This week, I missed my grandmother’s touch. I didn’t hug my mum or kiss my dad’s cheek. I didn’t invite my auntie to come in for a cup of tea. I didn’t lean in to touch a friend who is hurting. I didn’t visit grieving family friends. Have we ever needed the solace of touch… Read More On the Loss of Touch