My name is Vera and I’m scared.
I’m scared that I’m sitting here in your care home or lying in your hospital bed and you don’t know who I am. So I thought I’d tell you, whilst I’m still young (67) and compos mentis.
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My name is Vera and I’m scared.
I’m scared that I’m sitting here in your care home or lying in your hospital bed and you don’t know who I am. So I thought I’d tell you, whilst I’m still young (67) and compos mentis.
Read moreWhen we went into pandemic lockdown, I became much more active on social media that I had been in the past so I could better stay connected to friends and loved ones. I’m grateful for how easy these programs and apps make it for us to stay in touch and have a small window into one another’s lives. But as my “feeds” fill up with pictures of parents with their kids and grandkids, I’ve been hit with some emotions I wasn’t expecting.
Read moreI was 27 when I met my husband. I’m now 41, childless and on the verge of a marriage breakdown. When my husband said he didn’t want children, I should have believed him.
Read moreI was scared that all this time in lockdown and the way it brought me to focus on my loneliness, it emphasised my singleness and my childlessness – surely this was not a good thing?
Read more40 years ago I was getting ready to marry my first husband. We had such dreams, children, houses and of course grandchildren. Sadly children never materialised.
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