When she’s not busy snacking, that is. And sometimes during. — Honestly, I tend not to reference myself in the third person — as though I am some omnipresent narrator observing myself from a faux leather recliner somewhere, a bowl of sweet and salty popcorn perched in my lap. To me, that would be like commentating the life of a parallel…

My Medium rare talk — I think that if I had the chance to change the title of my Medium Day talk after the event, I would change the bit where I get my writing back. I am writing this now, aren’t I? It was a rare day. Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Pull up a…

5 ways to wield your words for good — Good and evil are not decided by the tool. Both Harry and Voldemort wield wands, but the power that they create are dramatically different. The tool, the Medium, is a platform, a totem, wearing the face of those who use it. And words — there’s nothing that retains more power…

Worrying doesn’t just steal from the present — but the past — At 17-months old, I got diagnosed as an overthinker. No, really. Less than a year and half old, and I was already talking the talk, but I was too afraid to walk the walk without carrying my baby activity bouncer with me. I could walk, quite well actually, but I…

A guide from a girl who’s literally just done it — Three weeks ago, me and my soulmate moved home. Though sometimes it feels more like a wholesome Air BnB owned by somebody who has pinched all of our belongings and filled it with our existential innards, rather than “home.” The whole move, the transition process, it sucks. I’ve struggled. Still…

Happy 2nd Benniversary, my you — US, TWO Two years ago today, Bem was born, On shaky legs with hair on its knees. Knees that’d later kneel on that gravelly bridge, Picking up a prawn cracker like it’d just dropped its keys. But before then, it explored Erasmus’ herb garden, It learned all about the life of the lad…

A lesson on unlearning time management — There’s not enough time in my day. Not too long ago I started a new job. A full time one. …

A story about the littlest lives lost — TW: animal cruelty There’s a tiny being screaming for her life in Kherson, Ukraine. No bigger than palm-sized and clinging on for dear life to a damp crevice in a wall, a bright ginger kitten is seconds away from drowning in this darkening world. Her owners had named her Isolde…

Adam, Eve and a snake with sales to make — It takes 17 seconds for me to walk 156,000 years into the past. “Eat the apple,” I hiss at the completely ill-informed faces of two rather naked people. It’s meant politely, of course, though nothing sounds quite as quaint when delivered from the tongue of a poisoned mouth. Eve readjusts…