Happiness. It’s a fragile thing.

The sun warms my face, the smell of jasmine fills my lungs, and I watch my children play. There’s a tightness in my chest, a churning in my belly. I’m light and heavy all at the same time, and as I breath in a deep, shaky breath, I know. I know this feeling. It comes…

Self love and being enough

A photo popped up on my news feed this week. It was a picture of myself and Thea just a few weeks old.

A narcissist’s game

I don’t get much writing done lately. Well not anything suitable for a romance novel anyway. There is no romance left in me. There’s too much hate. And sorrow, and rage. Blood boiling rage.

Pregnancy & Veganism

My life seems to be all about change at the moment, and while some of those changes have been heartbreaking, there are some exciting ones also.