Addiction and My Son

  • We built our dream home.

    The trials and tribulations of building our dream home.

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  • Family, marriage and the little things that become big things

    Yesterday started so well. My daughter and I took the short ferry across the water to the spa and spent day swimming outdoors, doing laps in the pool and watching the wild west coast seas from the heat of the sauna. I love spending time with her. She’s a part-time lifeguard now, saving her money…

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  • I need a break from the inside of my head

    Getting out of my head even if it’s just for today.

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  • Lost boys

    Are our boys floundering and are feminists willing to help?

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  • Living in denial

    I feel a bit stupid about this. I feel stupid because it’s taken me so long to figure it out. For years I’ve been trying to understand why my son felt ‘lost’ to me. He lived at home until August 2025 and I saw him everyday but he wasn’t really here. He would be right…

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  • One is the loneliest number.

    I haven’t written anything for a long time. Since June 2025, when the Police called, I’ve been fighting to put my head back on my shoulders. The chickens came home to roost for my son, almost. He’s living away from home now and studying at college. After almost a year away from weed and cocaine,…

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  • This Be The Verse

    When I started writing this blog on NYE, I wasn’t sure why I felt the urge to do so. But I did feel it. Strongly. I’m not much of a social media person. I have an Instagram account on which I haven’t posted for around 3 years. I don’t have Facebook or Twitter. I think…

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