Big Girl Pants – Let’s Dance It’s quarter past six on a Sunday morning in late February, and my eyes are heavy with lack of sleep as I clatter the laptop keys in Iggy the Hymer motorhome. It’s an hour until sunrise; Marley and I have already been for a...
Begin Again, Begin Again – CPTSD, the Great Struggle (warning: this post concerns a subject that some readers may find distressing) The sunshine of this morning seems like a memory of a different world as I listen to the heavy rain blattering overhead in the...
