What I'm up to

A window into my world...

Here’s a selection of scribblings in which I peel down to my emotional underwear – a psychological striptease that occasionally reveals all.

My Family and other aliens

Aspergers. If onions make you cry, are there vegetables that make you happy? Is a harp just a nude piano? Is a vacuum cleaner a broom with a stomach? Is ‘mauve’ simply pink trying to…

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Don’t let women be runners up in the human race

In the West, women still don’t have equal pay. We’re getting about 75 pence in the pound, or 75 cents in the dollar. Plus we’re getting concussion hitting our heads on the glass ceiling, plus…

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Parting is such suite sorrow

The only truly lucrative form of writing  are ransom notes. Being a writer means flying by the seat of one’s pants so often you should be given frequent flier pant points. As I ran away…

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My gallery

I’ve added some of my favourite photos to a gallery for you of the people who are my human wonder bras – uplifting and supportive and making me look bigger and better. There may be a few faces here you recognise – but nobody two-faced, that’s for sure. Now you’ll know the things I get up to when I should be writing….

One-liners, wise cracks and witticisms