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Bonjour! I'm an introvert, minimalist, and award-winning author. I like to be honest and see the funny side. My books are: A Chic Year • 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.

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How To Be An Introvert In An Extrovert World
How To Be An Introvert In An Extrovert World
A Year of Style, Simplicity, and Self-Care
A Chic Year Style Simplicity Self-Care
How To Be Thin In A World Of Chocolate [Audiobook]
How To Be Thin In A World Of Chocolate
  • Rose-Colored Reading Glasses

    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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  • Apostrophic

    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…

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  • Wine With Everything

    Sad to see Revlon has filed for bankruptcy. My first ever lipstick purchase was Revlon. I still remember the shade, and a while ago I wrote a poem about it.  My first lipstick: Revlon The height of chic At least when you’re sixteen My perfect shade: ‘Wine with Everything’ I purse my lips on a tissue Leave a rosebud kiss…

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  • Proof My Brain Is Trying To Give Me An Aneurysm In My Sleep

    Last night I dreamed I was struggling to learn my lines for a Shakespearean play. I can’t identify the work as it seems I was playing Mary, mother of Jesus. (Twelfth Silent Night?) It was 7pm, and the play was to start at 7.30. I remembered I had not yet been fitted for my costume. As I waited outside the…

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  • My Mind Is Mad

    Hey guess what! My poem, ‘My Mind is Mad’ made Under The Silver Tree poetry competition’s national shortlist. The judge said it ‘had wonderful clarity that serves so well to illuminate the subject of mental decline’. Um, I’m choosing to take that as a compliment. Here is the poem for your metrical pleasure. My Mind is Mad It isn’t me…

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  • My Pandemic Breakup

    A lot of relationships have ended during Covid. Well, the pandemic breakup curse has recently befallen me too: I have parted ways with my long-term love, BodyCombat. Many of you know the strength of our bond and the depth of our connection, so this news may shock you. In order for us all to find healing, I will answer the…

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  • Postcards From The Pandemic

    These were Facebooks updates I posted during the second half of 2020. So much excitement! Postcard #1 – August 3, 2020 Hi everyone. How are you guys doing? We are okay. Craig is still working from our living room and running his business via Zoom. This has greatly curtailed my ability to belt out 80s classics at random times of…

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  • The 12 Days of Introvert Christmas

    The 12 Days of Introvert Christmas On the 12th day of ChristmasMy true love sent to me… Twelve series streamingEleven playlists playingTen books a-readingNine ringtones mutingEight wines a-breathingSeven doors a-closingSix bries a-meltingFive. Cancelled. PlansFour Montblanc pensThree French scentsTwo AirPods ProAnd a cryptic crossword in a pear tree Photo by Keila Hötzel.

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  • Forever

    My poem, Forever, was an exercise in metre, end rhyme, internal rhyme, and assonance for my poetry class. I received this feedback: ‘despite some excellent lines, and great technical skill, it is unlikely a poem like this would be published today, as both the syntax and the form is very 19th century’. This is so helpful! I never realized it…

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  • My Hope

    I used to be hard and loud with hope His MRI Their marriage Her illness My mind The pandemic Histology Climate Money I used to grasp At a spar in a squall But it crumbled in my grip I used to howl My throat raw with No But nobody heard I used to think My hope held weight, influence But…

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