Category: Personal Essays

I write personal essays, creative non-fiction and memoir. These are “think” pieces where I’m trying to unravel and work out a problem creatively.

Regular readers will know that my relationship with my mother was fraught, to say the least. It was characterised by restriction and control and violence. And fear. An overwhelming fear that I was not safe, would never be safe. And that I was not enough. Would never be enough. Of course, this is was from the perspective of a child but some 50 years later, I still bear the scars — scars that still weep with blood and tears in the right situation, which — usually and invariably — involves a man because attachment.

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Daughter is turning 16 next week. “When did that happen?” I asked her. She looked at me disparagingly. “1993, Mum!” The first thing she will be doing is getting here Learner’s Permit. Yikes! My baby driving a car! But it’s not her I worry about (although, of course, I will worry) – it’s the other idiots on the road. And there are a lot of them. Going on my estimation, which is based on thorough, valid and rigourous research (i.e. my experience), around 99.9% of people driving on the roads today are morons. She asked me if I would give

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