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: 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.
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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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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…
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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…
