sunday life: in which I meet medical intuitive Caroline Myss
This week I find no reasons I don’t know about you, but I’ve noticed a stack of people have taken to the curious, quasi-spiritual belief
This week I find no reasons I don’t know about you, but I’ve noticed a stack of people have taken to the curious, quasi-spiritual belief
This week I don’t buy style Bless me father, for it has been nine weeks since my last resentful, unsatisfying and agitated jaunt to the
This week I give away stuff… randomly. Have you been ROAK’d yet? I know four people who have in the past fortnight. My friend Kerrie
This week I clear for myself some space. On Tuesday I was walking to the post box while talking to my accountant and reading an
This week I learn The Art of Slow Reading I’ve never been a big reader. Even as a kid. Which has always surprised people who
This week I get happy…close to home Gretchen Rubin calls it her “Beautiful House” moment. As in, “This is not my beautiful house”, the existential
This week I wear ugly walking shoes Recently I was given a pair of those chubby, stack-soled “fit” sneakers*. You know, the kind that look
This week I detox my apartment It may not be evident from where you sit, but I’m currently experiencing slow death by tinned lima beans.
This week I get some dream coaching Is there anything more spleen-twistingly, incisor-grindingly tedious than listening to other people recounting their dreams? I don’t think
This week I talk deep Remember the 90s? Ah, yes, they were such earnest, toe-gazing, reflective times. Folk would Quick Unpick the Nike logos off