It has been almost three months since my mum passed away. Since then, I've written about the eulogy I delivered at her funeral, and how I felt when the furniture was cleared from her flat. I've also written about the grief cycle I've experienced over the past four years. In other words, I've spent a lot of time thinking about death and dying. A friend of mine, who also lost her mother in … [Read more...] about This is how the story ends…
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Why we’re suffering from truth decay
One of my back teeth started aching this week. I’m wondering if it’s a reaction to the rapid decaying of truth that’s impacting politics and culture today, both in the UK and the US. I was aware of the term post-truth (Oxford Dictionaries’ Word of the Year in 2016), but hadn’t heard of truth decay until Obama started mentioning it in the interviews he’s been doing recently to publicise his new … [Read more...] about Why we’re suffering from truth decay
Escaping the tyranny of the “shoulds”
As I write, I should be sitting in a cosy stone cottage in front of a wood-burning stove, having just returned from an invigorating walk with a lovely friend in the beautiful Black Mountains of Wales. Instead, I am at home in Amersham, still in bed, gazing out of the window at a uniformly grey sky that is interrupted only by a brutally pollarded tree. Welcome to my winter “holiday”. Don’t … [Read more...] about Escaping the tyranny of the “shoulds”
Can we finally dare to hope?
I can’t stop crying. The salty drops trickling down my cheeks are tears of release, relief, and joy. I can't stop watching videos of people partying in the streets of American cities, celebrating the announcement that Joe Biden is now President-Elect, and I can see they’re experiencing similar emotions. It feels as if an enormous weight has been lifted. That’s the release. The relief is … [Read more...] about Can we finally dare to hope?
Google yourself. You never know what you might find…
I don't know about you, but I Google myself on a regular basis. This is not intended to massage my ego, but to see what is ranking at the top of Google's search results when I type in my name, and therefore what potential clients would find if they did the same. Of course, it helps if you not only have an unusual name (according to Google, I seem to be the only Beverley Glick on the … [Read more...] about Google yourself. You never know what you might find…
Remnants of a life well lived
It was the sofas that got me. Pink velour, now more dusty than dusky - a matching pair, stuffed with memories of days spent drinking, chatting and laughing with my mum in her flat in Amersham, and for many years before that in her bungalow in Mumbles, Swansea. (The picture shows my sister Ginette, niece Amy and mum Lucille cuddling up on one of them.) As I watched them being carried out of the … [Read more...] about Remnants of a life well lived