About
Bonjour! I'm an introvert, minimalist, and award-winning author. I've managed to make a mess of most things and a minor success of a few. My books are: Chic Minimalism • How To Be Elegant • How To Be An Introvert In An Extrovert World • How To Be Thin In A World Of Chocolate. Read more about me here. To stay in touch, follow me on Instagram or sign up for my delightful dispatches.
My Brand New Book Is Here!
Bon Mots
My Store For Introverts
How To Be An Introvert In An Extrovert World
A Year of Style, Simplicity, and Self-Care
How To Be Thin In A World Of Chocolate [Audiobook]
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For me it has to be physical books, with their smell, feel, and spines I can look at. I'm a minimalist but when it comes to books, I always want more and constantly have to curate.
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Have you noticed how some people have a lens for seeing the world? Their religion, role as a parent, identity as a vegan? For me that lens is psychology...
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Why do I love it so? Because this is profound wisdom, to have the world say, be like this, do this, act this way, and to gently respond, I shall not; I’m not like that.
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Not have a burger and fries for lunch again. I had one yesterday and the day before, so it’s not like I’m facing imminent expiry from a severe burger deficiency. But then… I cave.
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Overkill perfectly evokes the sense I often have of being at odds with the world, and sometimes with my own mind. It reminds me we are not our thoughts. Ghosts appear and fade away.
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Let me catch you up… My Friday nights normally comprise red wine, chocolate, TV, and an 80s playlist; tonight it’s an isolation ward and coughing up blood from my lung. WARNING: Mild gore alert
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Not once has someone mentioned a whipple or stabbed my throat with a ballpoint pen to open an airway. This is all basic medical procedure and I’m starting to wonder if these people know what they’re doing.
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I don’t like parties Usually, But I’m hosting one For all my troubles Of late. I’ll serve dark Shiraz and A plaintive Bach air On a tiny violin play; Drape streamers of ebony. The venue: a threadbare couch. The food: stale salted crackers Crumbling in our fingers, A pungent gorgonzola Ripe with decay. Of what will we talk? How dreadful;…
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I have discovered a hidden benefit of needing reading glasses: there are things I no longer see. First, there’s what’s in the mirror. Becoming farsighted as you age is nature’s way of saying: Now, I don’t want to scare you, but maybe it’s best you don’t look too closely anymore. Listen to nature. Nature may have got it very wrong…
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Oh the apostrophe! Minuscule yet mighty. I’ve worked in more than one job where the CEO regularly called me to check apostrophification (not a word, FYI). I’m not ashamed to say I was drunk with power. Or possibly just drunk, as my corporate life was unhappy and there were A LOT of work drinkies. I enjoy being able to wield…
