All Will Be Well: Letters to My Daughter

To me November is the month of change, crisp mornings, a few tall hours of light and the odd puffed up bird, who was tough enough, or dumb enough, to have stayed, after all the others left.

puffed up bird, who was tough enough, or dumb enough, to

It seems some people think it’s natural that a mother should give up all manners of things vital to her, for the sake of the child. I cannot afford that, and neither can you. No human is strong enough to not resent a little that thing or person whom she thinks put a stop to her reaching her goals.

The eternity of non-existence, as it was before we were born, surely, is no shorter than the one that we encounter again, after death

not seem at home in nature, is staggering. People who fear harmless, peaceful beetles going about their business and who could never conceive of

They have one conviction and they are all perfectly united in its mode of operandi—to do nothing about anything

Compromise is a word used a lot by women, who give up their jobs and friends and dreams to be with their partner.

Women are good at keeping women back

Promise me to not become one of those women who does not support other women in their fight to open doors for themselves. This strange jealousy is schoolgirl behaviour and equal-opportunity suicide

Losing touch means losing reality.