It was my Birthday party. I chinked my glass and told the room I had an announcement to make.
Read moreLegacy or Here and Now?
I’ve spent many years researching my family history.
Read moreThree Lions on a Shirt
After the Euro 2020 football yesterday, my good friend who is Italian texted me ‘Gianni watched with us and she is so passionate about Italy… I am glad to pass this on.’
Read moreDoes a Dragonfly Count as Legacy?
One morning this summer, I had the latest episode of The Full Stop Podcast playing in my ears as I was leaving the house.
Read moreLiving Well is my Legacy
One of the hardest things to deal with when we are childless is to come to terms with the fact that living children will not be our legacy. I’ve had twenty years to accept this, and largely consider myself successful.
Read moreBeing Present
We became Childless Not By Choice in 2019 after 6 years of trying to conceive (TTC) and IVF. It wasn’t the endless drugs, needles or scans that did it for us, it was the uncertainty, the emotional distress, the cycles of hope and despair.
Read moreAlbertina
I have just learned that legacies can come to you in the most unexpected and beautiful ways.
Read moreFor No One
Keepsakes
‘I have something for you’, she beams,
Read moreLeaving a legacy. What is leaving a legacy?
Leaving a legacy. What is leaving a legacy?
Do you have children they ask? My answer is No unfortunately.
My mother’s line of family ends with me.
What do I leave? And to whom do I leave it?
Read moreHand-me-down Tales
I am Clare Caroline, daughter of Susan Caroline, daughter of Sarah, daughter of Sarah, daughter of Sarah Jane, daughter of Margaret.
Read moreMy Granny's Conch, Heirloom
I have no children or special connection with any young people to give my heirlooms to.
Read moreI Stand
As childless women the word legacy is a painful reminder of our lack of purpose, a lack of meaning or the feeling that we don’t matter as let’s face it, we feel that we don’t have anyone to leave anything behind for.
Read moreMy air child – Or: Reflections on turning 50
Others fretted about turning 30, 40.
Not me.
In fact, I’ve never understood all the fuss about any such birthdays.
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