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A sunny day in my Village, croissant, cafe vinnoise, sunshine, the voices chatting away in French, the unmistakeable aroma of the coffee, the food, the architecture, stonework house, blue street signs and the feeling of safety, freedom and the undoubted sense that athough it is my home, it is also a place I had toContinue reading “Coffee Croissant France…. Home!!!!”

What are you good at? To know ones self is worth learning to be good at. This past week it has been more imprtant than ever! Havign given evidence in the high court London, about the attacks and gender based violence I experienced at the hands of a still serving police officer, includig intimidationn andContinue reading “To thine own self be true … Good at that !!!!”

What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable? What is integrity ? In England I ask this question regularly. I ask it becasue it is an individual and colective attribute that creates communities and spaces that are safe. I have integrity, it is a rare commodity. It provides a lense to viewContinue reading “Integrity is having it all…!”

The first time I was aware of the internet, I had just moved to Portmsouth in England. I had entered a very abusive relationship and was massively struggling to get out of it. I was aware that porngraphy was a driver for his behaviours. Seeing women as objects for gratification, rather than people, to beContinue reading “Pornography was in a Mag…!!!”

Have you ever broken a bone? The heart is fragile, as are homes. These places of bricks or wood are more than just spaces. Over the years I have seen and met many famillies, including my own family. Some at work. What makes these spaces homes are the people living, loving, working, rising children, creaingContinue reading “Home is where the heart is …”

This sounds a bit odd. Yet being in England has become just the same as a job or work. No time off. That is because my life here unlike when I am at home in France is a daily exercise of fiscal issues. If it isnt the parking ticket incorrectly issued (lets pretend it isntContinue reading “England is all work…”

Sacrifice is always for me synonymous with a choice. Yet I am reminded that the greatest sacrifice of my life I realised on the second incarcertion in England thirteen years ago. During the three months of what can only be described as living hell. Some other patients became aware of the circustamces surrounding my dentention.Continue reading “I am Sam…”

Time is so important, it is the framework for life as I know it. Many years ago my husband collected watches. When he passed away I ensured that my step son received this collection. All of which signified different times in his life. Memories. I had a small collection myself. Just after his funeral theyContinue reading “Tales as old as time…”