SONYA LEEDING

It’s Monday morning, I get up early, as I do five out of seven days at present, and then I go to the gym...

Since Damian died, I have had a missing piece. That’s probably not a revelation to anyone.

“What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.”

As long as I can remember I have had the feeling of being not good enough, of feeling inferior.

The stories worth telling aren’t always the big ones. Our lives are made up of stories, ones we narrate, ones we watch in awe...

Write a blog, they said, it’ll be fun they said. Then why is this particular blog, my first blog, causing me so much angst.