She, her. Writer. Ex-doctor. Ex-Catholic. Ex-Muslim. So what?
Writing personal essays, social and political commentary, novels, book reviews and god-knows-what-else.
What life experience though? Born in England, grew up in the Caribbean. Medicine, sales, multi-level marketing, migration, depression, dyslexia, marriage, faith, faithlessness.
Oh wait! I’m a parent too, raising three kids. How could I forget? Eldest born in 2003. Youngest in 2013.
Started freelancing as a writer in my twenties, dabbled in blogging in my thirties — and in my forties, going professional after all, because, why not do something you love, and do it well?
Writing to share what…
By 18 I had my first few grey hairs. My youngest aunt, just 15 years older, laughed. ‘You’re going to be like your mother!’ she declared.
I remembered feeling embarrassed by my mother’s grey hair when I was six. With her heavy greying in her mid-thirties, I thought kids on the school playground might have decided she was my grandmother.
By my mid-thirties I had a generous sprinkling of grey, much more than other women my age. They seemed to have none or so few they could say how many culprits they pulled out over time. ‘I found one this…
She inherited her Super Power from her grandmother, passed down the maternal genes as super powers often are. Her grandmother would sing The Magnificat while deep in sleep, loud and lusty, her eyes closed, her hands clapping. Grandma’s daughters, whom the Super Power Sleep Genes completely skipped, crowded around to marvel at the sight of their elderly mother, croaking her favourite hymn at top volume while in the depths of slumber.
The Beauty of the Super Power was in its variance. …
Meet Jonah and Viola, Pavan and Henriette. It’s 1857–1858 and Spirited will take you to the towns and coasts of the South of England and to Delhi, India.
Its characters yearn for authenticity and freedom. Faith, belief systems and truth are threads woven and challenged throughout this fiercely feminist novel.
In a clever exposition of the nature of truth, both Pavan and Henriette use deceit as a route to serving their truth. The societies they interact with require their deceit. …
I don’t deliberately go to Tim Ferriss’ podcasts for ideas. I actually go for stimulation and inspiration. I don’t tune in every week either, and prior to 2020, The Tim Ferriss Show podcast app sat on my phone playing nothing at all.
One day, tired of news and needing to distract myself with something positive, I browsed my app library and came face-to-face with podcast 430 on Tim’s show, Elizabeth Gilbert’s Creative Path: Saying No, Trusting Your Intuition, Index Cards, Integrity Checks, Grief, Awe, and Much More.
Women in the coaching group I was part of had mentioned this Elizabeth…
Spent some energy trying to make sense of the 'white guilt thing.'
Concluded 'white guilt' is the emotional confusion felt by white people who’ve been confronted with black pain, when that pain has been inflicted by racism in any form, including colonial imperialist history.
I'd also say, if we recognise what it is, and our white friends don't, then we can help them work through it with a few simple approaches.
1) you don't need to feel guilty for what your ancestors did. My ancestors weren't angels either and I feel no guilt. …
…utions, preferably ones that acknowledge racism but don’t let it drive the narrative. And also that we really are done with apologising for being White. You got that part right? Good.
Hey Shannon, with instagrammers like that, I might actually like Instagram one day when I decide to use it regularly. Thanks for adding to the conversation in a constructive way. Your readers might also find Tim Spector's book 'The Diet Myth' valuable. I've found various interviews online with Gabor Mate very inspiring. He's a Canadian physician who speaks and works extensively with the impact of emotional trauma on our lives and on addiction. He also talks a lot about ADHD - which he eventually came to realise he has. He was diagnosed as an adult and it went a long…
“How are you?” he asked. I told him I was alright. I wasn’t expecting a call, didn’t know his voice, and wanted him to hurry up. Why had he called?
He was from Sky, he informed me pleasantly. Now Sky was my internet provider, so that seemed fair enough. He then said Sky knew our internet was slow and it sometimes cut out altogether — they’d detected the error messages from our router. So he said.
“Yes! It’s true! That has been happening.” We were on the same page. Our internet had been particularly bad in the last few weeks…
Stories from my life journey. Money. Religion. Sexuality. Kids. Therapy. Books. Writing and Novel writing. Being Human in Our World. In no particular order.