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Writing love stories in the sky

  It is hard a bit at the minute. I have to admit it has been hard a bit for a while. We knew there would be twists and turns on this journey of raising Gabe, a boy that refuses to fit into any box. The endless square peg for the round hole. We’ve had so […] Read more…

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Friendship after loss

Three times I have now done this. The first was my cousin. Her beautiful daughter died just six weeks after entering the world. I am not sure how much of a help I was for that to be honest. I think teapot and chocolate spring to mind. It is not that we weren’t close, we were very […] Read more…

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That bucket list

Last week felt huge. It was like the world had tipped on its axis. So many changes all at once – from the assassination of Jo Cox to the resignation of Cameron. The EU vote shining a light on the cracks in our society so they were laid bare and unflattering. We had younger generations blaming older generations for scuppering potential […] Read more…

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This boy does bounce

I was at my nephew’s 5th birthday party at the weekend. It was an old school affair – family, few friends, bouncy castle, booze for the parents. The sort of perfect day when the sun shines and children’s giggles fill the air. Perhaps I was soaking up the chilled garden party vibes too much and that was […] Read more…

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Me Before You and the big disability debate

Alex Bailey/Warner Bros Warning: contains film spoilers If you have met one person in a wheelchair. You have met one person in a wheelchair. When I was in Sixth Form studying hard for my A-levels (cough), me and my friends would sit around the common room having deep philosophical debates like: “which teacher would you snog […] Read more…

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Down in the pump room

I closed my eyes. If I couldn’t see then I could pretend that I wasn’t there. Then I wouldn’t feel like I was intruding on a grief so raw I could almost taste it deep in my throat. I closed my eyes. If I didn’t move a muscle then I would blend into the backdrop. Then I wouldn’t be […] Read more…

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