55 trips around the sun
Can you sing the next line? The song is, Into the Mystic. The artist Van Morrison, the album Moondance, soundtrack of my twenties. I’m not meant to be…
Yesterday was my youngest son’s 11th birthday party. Yes, you read that right. I’m fifty-five and he’s eleven. Which made me forty- four, when he came…
There are fourteen programs on my washing machine. That’s eleven more than my NuFace facial toner, and I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that I expect…
I’ve lived in many places. Flat-shared with the pleasantly eccentric, to the certifiably insane. Watched mice (plural – not singular) run across kitchen…
Recently I went to a dance class in a professional dance centre. I can't remember the last time I did this. Thirty years ago? At least. I'm talking…
I’ve heard her, just once. In the darkness of a hotel room, I lay on the sofa-bed staring at the ceiling listening to her sob, quietly, so as not to…

5 minute reads from a 50something woman