I love Thanksgiving. It probably has a lot to do with eating your own bodyweight in food but it is also such a hopeful and happy holiday. Even if you don’t get to celebrate it officially, it seems to have got into people’s minds. What are you giving thanks for? Over the last few weeks, I’ve been spending a lot…

Being a bit of an extrovert (read that as a raging extrovert) I quite enjoy meeting people. However, whether it is my age or something else, I have begun to really struggle with small talk. Let me give you an example. I was at a party not long ago and after the initial introductions to a very pleasant lady we…

Recently, I went on holiday with my oldest friend. You know the kind of friend, the one who is really like a sister, well, you bicker like sisters at least. I never thought I’d say this but one of the highlights of the trip for me was the soundtrack. The best of Dolly Parton. My BFF decided that we should…

In June, Saltwater and Honey turned a year old. Where has the time gone, eh? A dream of an idea became a reality. From darkness came light. There are few other things in my life which fill me with more pride than being a part of this project. I’m a big fan of looking back and reminiscing about good times,…

Hi. My name is Sheila and I have FOMO. Mine is pretty severe and fairly advanced. As part of my rehabilitation and recovery, I need to admit my problem, own it and move forward. So, here goes it. My name is Sheila, I’m 32 years old and I have gradually developed a bad case of Fear Of Missing Out. It…

Last month, National Infertility Awareness week passed by in a flurry of surprising cake toppers (yes, they were cake toppers with little sperms fertilising an egg and no, I didn’t hold back in offering people sperm cakes), being mistaken for a lesbian (repeatedly) and surviving a pretty incredible night of vulnerability. After NIAW [insert jingle and awkward dancing], I was…

‘For when I am weak, then I am strong’. 2 Corinthians 12:10 Talking about infertility is really uncomfortable. No, really, believe me, it is super awkward. Whatever side of the conversation you are on. I think I make it worse as I have a habit of using humour to diffuse the awkwardness. An example of this is my recent discovery…

…think about such things. I’ve been feeling really good. Strong, happy, hopeful. Trying new and tasty food, meeting lots of wonderful new people and feeling the relaxation of being far from your reality. Bliss. I read Lizzie’s last blog post and was so touched. The shame she admitted resonated with me. She spoke truths about my heart but in her…

“Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” W.B.Yeats Since writing my first blog post in June, I’ve been overwhelmed by the encouraging and supportive responses I have received. But I feel like a fraud. Many people called me brave. But I don’t feel it. I’m not brave. I’m frightened. I shared my journey, my grief, to try and overcome…