Hello, I’m a middle aged Mennonite mother with mystical moments and mood swings. I was midwifed and mothered in the Midlands, but now I’m a long term Londoner. I live with my husband The Grouch, my son Genius Brat and a manic moggy (actually he’s a pedigree Birman but that doesn’t start with M).
Part of the purpose of my blog is to record the highs and lows of being a chronic depressive, and particularly the glimpses of colour and joy that sometimes peep through the clouds of greyness. Another part of the purpose is to have fun and to make people laugh with, if not at, me. I’m a professional writer, so the blog is also a place to practise. Enjoy.
PS The tagline of the blog is a quote from 17th century writer Thomas Traherne, who says at the beginning of his book ‘Centuries’ (a collection of meditations):
‘Any empty book is like an Infant’s Soul, in which anything may be written. It is capable of all things, but containeth nothing. I have a mind to fill this with profitable wonders’.
And he does…