My Articles
Reflections from the return.
Honest, unhurried writing about life’s changing seasons — the questions, the quiet, and the possibilities that begin to appear.
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Living alone at 60 is not what I expected
I’ve been on my own for twenty-something years, but not really alone until now. The quiet isn’t lonely — it’s mine. Some nights I still set two cups out.
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The thing I was really good at
I grew up the 8th of 10 kids, and music was the one thing that was mine. Then somewhere between being the girl who drove herself to lessons and the woman who put the guitar down, I stopped — and I didn’t even notice.
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Why I wrote “Not Done Yet”
I wrote this journal in a week — not because I’m fast, but because I was writing to the woman I used to be, caught between ageing parents and almost-grown kids, wondering where she went.
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10 things I wish someone had told me about menopause and fitness
36 years of training taught me everything I thought I knew about fitness. Menopause taught me most of it needed to change. Here’s the real, unglamorous list.
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Nobody warned me I’d become a grandmother to dogs
I did the maths and worked out I’ve spent more hours this year worrying about barking than about most humans in my life. On minding your daughter’s dog, on top of your own — and the one small thing that actually helped.
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The most dangerous thing a woman over 50 can do
There’s a version of you the world decided on a long time ago — quieter, smaller, past the interesting part. Here’s the thing nobody tells you: that version was never true.
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Finding your purpose when the old one disappears
Look, I’m 64 and to be brutal — I still have no clue. On the slow, messy work of finding purpose again after divorce, empty nest and every other big reset life throws at you.
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Reinventing yourself when no one needs you in the same way
I thought I was prepared for it. Turns out the nest doesn’t empty in one clean, dignified go — or it didn’t for me anyway. On empty nest syndrome, quiet houses and the slow, messy work of finding yourself again.
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