Written for World Autism Awareness Week: this is my equivalent of the shaved head, raffle or sponsored slim. If it touches you at all, please click here to make a donation to the National Autistic Society or at least, share as widely as you can so we can hopefully tap into some rich people... Pause Accidents will happen (even in … Continue reading Pause: an alphabetical proverbial poem about adulting and parenting
Due to a combination of severe technical and emotional issues, I have reverted to blogging here at Dirty, Naked and Happy. WELL it's not a true midlife crisis without some completely contradictory and fickle behaviour IS IT? Tried to go high heels and realised I'm better off in my old trackies, eh? What. Evuh. Let's all pretend the … Continue reading Forgive us (me) this day our daily bread
This is possibly the most inspiring thing ever. Life in all its beauty. Again, this.
‘Democracy Street’ is a national collaborative arts project commissioned by the Houses of Parliament Speaker’s Art Fund and Arts Council England. For me, still lost in post-referendum anxiety, the timing could not be more poignant. The artist behind Democracy Street is Jon Adams, who I had the privilege of meeting at a National Autistic Society event, he … Continue reading Walking along Democracy Street
The other day my husband sent me a link to an old TEDTalk from 2006 by Sir Ken Robinson: "Do schools kill creativity?", it was as good to watch as ever. I love this TEDTalk, make a coffee, tea, whatever and make time to watch this. Firstly because Ken Robinson is so naturally very funny; a … Continue reading Do schools kill creativity? Yes, they did.
I suppose I write because I don't go out boozing, ranting and dancing so much any more. It feels like a release. The best way to manage the racing thoughts and incessant conversations I have with myself in my head, to feel slightly less bonkers, as it is (perhaps?) a more legitimate, useful outlet than talking … Continue reading I write because…
A woman on the other side of the world who I don't know has just had confirmation that she is dying and my heart has been ripped out of my chest. I had to hide in the bathroom, press my face on the cold tiles and fight back tears. I don't even know why I … Continue reading The Power of Words