I am feeling so thankful for this change in the daylight hours. It has been a hard time in the dark wilderness through these past winter months, hasn’t it?

There is one mercy for some MS sufferers. When we get up in the morning, it’s like all our old weaknesses have been temporarily fixed. At the start of most days, I’m more able than at any other point of the day. Of course, by lunch time that’s been forgotten and my heavy limbs have…

To be ‘normal’? I remember, vaguely, when I could blend into any crowd because I was like them. Later, I loved swimming because my wonky legs were hidden. Later still, I sit in my room happy because nobody can see me. Unhealthy, isn’t it?

Last year the amaryllis I was given never bloomed. So when one arrived this winter I expected the same. I was entirely wrong! There are at least six blooms, jostling each other for space!

I have discovered that everything I do, every movement, every step, every venture has been shrunk down to avoid mishap. The fear of falling has swamped every big dream for my life.

Many people say ‘it’s not fair’, or ‘you’re so young’ or ‘why did God let that happen’. I don’t have an answer to any of those questions, like the ones that rise up when we watch the news or when someone we love gets sick.

Yes and no, can and can’t. Life is never as easy as that to describe. People are never as straightforward. Situations take longer to talk about.

Of the tiny things. Sometimes we are in the middle of a situation that is so huge, so complicated that we don’t see little lights that give us hope within it. Yesterday I was feeling overwhelmed, not an unusual thing for me, and my lovely dog came over and gave my hand a lick. I’m…

Yesterday I finished reading over my recently published book. It had taken longer than expected to arrive so the mistakes I found were still going to be in the set of pre-ordered copies. It was too late to fix them.😩

My husband was playing Geoguessr in Copenhagen (virtually)  two years ago and over his shoulder I spotted a small sign saying ‘The Museum of Happiness’. And so the idea of a book was born. I began to wonder how such a building could exist when there was so much unhappiness in the world. What kind…