It happened again. Self-doubt grips my stomachLet’s backtrack a moment. It dawned on my sometime before Christmas that I struggle to get going on a Monday, forcing it just doesn’t work…Jan 18, 2022Jan 18, 2022
Even coming from a family of talkers, listeners and empaths I still find it hard to talk openly…But life isn’t like that.Oct 10, 2021Oct 10, 2021
One day at a timeGrowing up with an alcoholic father, the one day at a time mantra was drilled into me from a relatively young age.Jun 14, 2021Jun 14, 2021
I wasn’t expecting grief to be so physical.For it to floor me. Literally. To find myself hunched, crouched on my knees, on the kitchen floor, the only way to counter the rising panic…Jun 14, 2021Jun 14, 2021
Why I start my day with Writer’s Hour (https://londonwriterssalon.com/)‘Harriet. Harriet Mason? I’d like to hear from Harriet. What have you been writing Do you want to share with us?’ Parul’s voice echoes…Mar 22, 2021Mar 22, 2021
The sucker punch of a cancer diagnosis I wrote this blog in early January 2020, a year or so after…I sit here now, a year or so after writing it and while I’ve done a quick tidy up, I have left the content as untouched as possible.Feb 5, 2021Feb 5, 2021
So, have you lost any weight?It was a perfectly polite question and well intentioned. But I was thrown because it just hadn’t occurred to me when I started running…Feb 3, 2021Feb 3, 2021
What’s my story?The morning after the night before. I’ve had the seed of an idea for a while now. Writing a memoir, my story. But while I know the are…Feb 3, 2021Feb 3, 2021
On writing with truth and honestyWhy do I write? Will the act of writing lead me to the truth, or do I need to ‘find the truth’ first?Jan 6, 2021Jan 6, 2021
