It was supposed to be every writer’s dream when a Hollywood film producer bought the option to adapt my memoir for the big screen. Love with a Chance of Drowning was due to publish in three months time but the love itself was drowning. Quickly. Painfully. Publicly.
I’ve spent the last ten years experimenting with the boundaries of risk and fear, and this is my advice to women who want to walk alone.
Earlier this year I was travelling alone in Europe when I randomly ran into a woman in Cinque Terre whom I’d met briefly at a travel writers’ conference in New York.
“Don’t look down,” said the person behind me, and so, of course, I turned and shone my light downwards.
Some parents say that travelling with kids is not worthwhile. “They won’t remember it,” these people say. “It’s a waste of money.” Is that true?
You open your computer to start your workday. You’ve got a lot on your to-do list, but you decide to take one cheeky peek at Facebook. And then this happens:
Would you go camping on your own for a month? Travelling with a partner or friend can be a great way to deepen a relationship, but there is incredible value in flying solo too…
I found these drawings when my family was cleaning out my dad’s office. They’re probably from when I was five or six years old. Dads are pretty special people, aren’t they?
I lost my dad last night. He has battled cancer for three years. We were all in the room when he passed away : his six girls and my mum, plus many of his grandkids too. I can tell you that there was a whole lot of love packed into that little room. It was sad and beautiful all at once.
Who knew an animal the size of a loaf of bread could teach a person to overcome fear?