Category: Pondering

We’ve all been scared of something. I’m scared of spiders and heights. But there’s one thing that scares me the most: not being good enough. Not being good enough for a job or not being good enough for someone else to love or even not being good enough to even bother. I think this is something that we’ve all suffered...

I told him. I didn’t say the word, abortion, but I told him. In that moment it felt like, by just telling him, he would understand. To me, when I hear that word, there is a myriad of locked-in memories, emotions, gut reactions, tensions in my body. My breath catches; I feel and hear my heart beating. For the first...

Dear Grandad, It’s me, Sophie, your granddaughter. You don’t recognise who I am anymore. I know who you are, but you aren’t the same. I wish I could have told you so many things before you developed dementia. There are things I wish I could have said when you would have been able to comprehend, but finding out that...

You were very big that day. Not big in any physical sense of the word but just … imposing. You were one of the first doctors that I’d ever visited in my entire life that wasn’t my GP. To this day, I remember my knees trembling a little bit, my toes wiggling in the trainers I had on, my hand sweaty in my mum’s hand...

Hi you. Yes you. We matched on Tinder back in January. New year’s day to be precise. You told me about your crazy night and I told you about throwing up Bailey’s in my auntie’s bathroom. And you still weren’t put off. We’ve spoken every day since. We’ve talked about the places we want to go and the people we want to...

‘Living the dream’, living ‘the good life’, these phrases are embedded in our language, and are for many people an aspiration, an ideal for which they strive. But what happens when you get there? Coming from someone who has; it’s not, as they say, a bed of roses. I started off on this journey sometime in my childhood....

Growing up, my dad was my best friend. I spent every weekend at work with him, working on trucks and driving tractors. He gave me my first pair of overalls and taught me to ride a bike, and when he died 4 years ago after a brief battle with lung cancer I was devastated. I was devastated that my dad would never see me...

My sister is 11 years older than me and one of the main things I remember about her as a teenager was her love for David Bowie. To her absolutely unmitigated delight, they even shared a birthday. We watched Labyrinth several times a week when I was a child and she taught me all the lyrics to his greatest hits. I was...

Inever thought about how expensive funerals were until my dad passed away. All of a sudden, I became painfully aware of how much it cost when someone dies. From the cost of the plot in the graveyard, to moving the body, and the extortionate cost of a headstone, we were suddenly looking at a bill of several thousands...

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a damsel of mixed heritage who was rumoured to be romantically attached to a Prince. For months the damsel alongside her friends and family were subjected to a plague of journalists, desperate to feed off any scrap of information they could about the damsel’s...