About me

I have been writing poetry and stories since I was a child, and a love of reading was instilled in me from an early age. I am passionate about writing, and hope you enjoy the books I have written. Whilst most of you sleep soundly in your beds, like many Parkinson’s patients, insomnia dictates, so during those hours that sleep eludes me, the house is tranquil and quiet, an atmosphere perfect to immerse myself in writing. My life has been a series of strange events, which have without doubt contributed to my creativity. To publish anything is to bear one’s soul to the world. It is to stand naked and let everyone see who you really are. I have poured my heart and soul out on paper and I hope to share this journey, immersing you in a story, capturing your attention and firing the imagination. Through my writing and public speaking I hope to bring greater awareness to the general public about living with chronic disease.

Friday, October 23, 2015

Becoming Forgetful

I think it’s safe to say that most of us are petrified of becoming forgetful, losing our marbles and being a burden on family. A friend told me of a lovely saying her close friend’s mother used when leaving somewhere. To ensure she had not forgotten anything, her glasses, a cardigan or some other personal item, getting up from a chair, she would turn to the chair she’d been sitting on and say “Goodbye chair”. By doing this, as silly as it may sound, it makes you take one last look, to ensure you have all your possessions with you and nothing has been forgotten.

Having spent much time in hospitals over the years, I have on occasion lost various items of clothing, including a rather worn but much loved cardigan and on another instance a fabulous jacket. It always seems to be a favourite piece of clothing that goes missing, and never an unimportant item. Why is that?

I was at the pool the other day, and as I was getting up out of the chair, I found myself saying “Goodbye chair”. I have to tell you, it works!

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