What is Imposter Syndrome and how do you shush that voice?

“We want you to be branch manager.” I hung up the phone, those out-of-the-blue words still ringing in my ears. It was 2006, and my department was being outsourced to another financial services company. And now apparently they needed a branch manager. I was thrilled - for a whole millisecond. Then the doubts started creeping ...

And then the lights went out…

Five o'clock Thursday. Peak domesticity. The washing machine was swirling. The dishwasher was whirring. The sausage rolls for Friday's lunch boxes were half-cooked. The shower was running, the heat was  heating, the lights were on. Until suddenly, mid spelling-test-prep, they weren't. The house was in darkness. Myself and the spelling-test-prepper looked at each other, then she ran ...

Snapshot of a woman on the verge

Oh September, you crafty devil. From opposite corners of the ring, we faced each other, eyeing each other up, ready for the 30-day bout. You picked me up, you shook me, you slammed me down - over and over. But I knew you were coming for me, and I braced myself, and I made it through in one ...

If I Could Bottle It

"Mum, give me three words that describe me," one of you said to me last night, as you twirled around the sitting room, fifteen minutes after you first said goodnight. "Enthusiastic, enthusiastic, and enthusiastic," I said, and you laughed. "Okay give me three that don't describe me." "World famous singer. Now go to bed." There are so many other ...

Septembering Again

It's half past two. One child keeps dawdling behind (then running ahead) while another is sad because something happened at school but she'll tell me at home, and the third is annoyed because I keep interrupting what she's telling me - to find the one who's dawdling behind (or running ahead). It's three o'clock, and we are finally home. Somehow ...