Intro: Why I’m Blogging

A post by my friend Becca.

Faith, Fertility and Me

It’s 2018 and my new year’s resolution is to write a blog. Why? Well, I think I have a story to tell and I’m narcissistic enough to believe people may want to read it, but not committed enough to write a book (flippin’ millennials). So blogging it is.

Storytelling is the essential human activity. The harder the situation, the more essential it is.

Tim O’Brien

This blog is my well-meaning attempt to write about faith, fertility and me, in that order of importance.

As a young married woman with a decent income, a mortgage, two cats and no children, I sometimes get asked: ‘Have you thought about having kids?’ This question is getting more frequent the older I get. It seems people I barely know feel morally obliged to remind me that my ‘body-clock is ticking’ and ‘it’s all downhill at 30’.

The truth is my husband and I have…

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Prayer for 2018

Real as the Streets

girl with fireworks sparkler

Recently, I’ve started reciting and praying portions of the Bible. I believe the universe God created responds well to His Word- which holds power. For 2018, I pray Ephesians 3:14 – 19 for all those in Christ’s family:

I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of His glorious riches He may strengthen you with power through His Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have the power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge- that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

In Jesus’ holy name I…

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Wait?! Ugh.

Fab blog.

Real as the Streets

I’ve been in an emotional slump. Not full blown depression, but still. When life strikes a blow at my happiness, I want to react. I want to act. Fight or flight. Something!

So I prayed.

And prayed.

And praaaaaaayed.

And the Lord sends the same reply, “Wait.” Be patient.


I feel life is passing me by and all I want to do is catch up.

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Dear every cancer patient I ever took care of, I’m sorry. I didn’t get it.

Here Comes the Sun


Dear every cancer patient I ever took care of, I’m sorry. I didn’t get it.

This thought has been weighing heavy on my heart since my diagnosis. I’ve worked in oncology nearly my entire adult life. I started rooming and scheduling patients, then worked as a nursing assistant through school, and finally as a nurse in both the inpatient and outpatient settings. I prided myself in connecting with my patients and helping them manage their cancer and everything that comes with it. I really thought I got it- I really thought I knew what it felt like to go through this journey. I didn’t.

I didn’t get what it felt like to actually hear the words. I’ve been in on countless diagnoses conversations and even had to give the news myself on plenty of occasions, but being the person the doctor is talking about is surreal. You were trying to…

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Life as a non-parent in a parent-centred world

A blog by my friend Milly.

Milly's Scribblings

There’s an article doing the rounds on Facebook called ‘Seven Things Women Without Children Want Moms to Know’. It’s a decent article, I’ve seen a few times in the past year, and I’d recommend any parent to read it to open their understanding of what it’s like for those of us who live without children.

I’m a non-parent, and after reading it, I felt I had a few things to add. These are just my perspectives and I don’t claim to speak for all non-parents.

Let me choose

Sometimes I want to be around children, sometimes I don’t. Let me choose, and let me change my mind.

In the ‘Seven Things.’ blog, one participant said:

“I’ve rarely been invited to dinner parties at homes with people with kids. Or to life festivities: confirmations, holiday celebrations, graduations, etc. I’d like to be invited. Please let me decide if I…

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Hello, Sunshine!

I love this poem.

The File Pile

I sigh,

From where I lie,

Chin held high,

While my eyes imbibe,

The flowing sky,

And all is right.

It’s an unusually bright,



Leaves of grass,



My back-

My hair and clothing,

Have dandelion seeds,

Clinging to them.

“The garden returns,

The flowers bloom, the weeds rise,

All from the sun’s rays.”

I sit up,

And feel the light,

Caress my face,

Hit my hair,

Warm my shoulders.

“Hello, Sunshine!

I’m glad you’ve stopped by,

Thanks for everything.”

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This is us

This is us.

Every race

Every language

Every age.


A multi-cultural


multi-generational place.

Some were born here,

Some far away.

Some want to go,

Some long to stay.


Boasting an elite degree

Or from the school of hard knocks.

Dressed in opera-finery

Or holey socks

We stand together

In this green country.


Hope, fear, anger, sorrow



What happens next?

That’s down to what the politicians,


Media and

Ultimately what

We decide.


Will we let hatred run naked through the streets, high on fear?

Or kindness and love persevere?


I guess we’ll have to see.


So I ask you to stand

With me

Like brother

Like sister.

Not torn by differences

But together in unity.


Our United Kingdom.