Now that I am at the pointy end of life, it's funny how my thoughts tend toward 'the end of all things' as Tolkien described the end of the world. Don't get me wrong, I am appreciating every day I'm given as if it's my last, well not quite, but I am living my life … Continue reading The end of all things
The last time I slept well I think I was fifteen. From then on late nights, parties, finding my bed in the wee hours and questionable nutrition were the enemy of my circadian rhythm.
When I was a child I was told I was wilful and that ‘I couldn’t be told.’ Then, as a teen, I was the rebellious one, the black sheep. When I reached adult hood I was told I was bloody-minded. My husband had no idea what he was getting himself into. His mother was not … Continue reading Rebel with a cause
Rhiannon Dowding - Writer 