Me – Rebecca E Brown

One of the greatest traditions my mother ever passed on to me is that of the ‘Sticky Bun Moment’, the

The first time I really met the Queen, she was in her bedroom. I must have been around 8, perhaps,

Before we go too far, a warning. In the words of Baz Luhrmann, ‘[nostalgia] is a way of fishing the

It’s around 1983, maybe 1984, and my goodness, my arms ache. I have been practicing my very first starring role

I’m huffing up the stairs, socks straggling and escaping from the jumble in my arms. Every two steps one piece

Today was a landmark day. Today, I finally returned to the lowest weight that I have recorded, the weight I

It’s the most obvious thing you get told when you have depression: try exercise, it will make you feel better.

A few weeks ago on a whim I signed up for the Memory Walk at Chester-le-Street in aid of the

So, here’s a random thought that’s been building up in my mind over the last couple of weeks. Ever since

I’ve been struggling with my weight for a while now. Managing to hold on to my rather apathetic (to say

I’m a carrier. I carry stuff around with me everywhere. If I get a new book (joy of joys) I

It seems my whole creativity has been locked away somewhere, just out of reach. Like a particularly tormenting biscuit barrel

A lot of different things over the last year or so have changed the way I react to the world.

So, my posts lately, as well as being ever so slightly erratic, have not been particularly cheerful, have they? Apart

I remember hearing about Marian Keyes having a bad time but beyond feeling sympathy for her, I didn’t think too

I may have mentioned, once or twice either here or on various social media, that our new house has a

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