I am no writer, in fact my grammar is appalling and I often struggle to find the right words to express what I’m thinking. Somewhere, a long time ago, part of my brain seemed to switch off as it entered a world of diapers and sleeplessness.
I am a stay-at-home mum - Mum of 5 wonderful creatures of varying sizes and even more variable personalities.
Displaced person. Well, not really, but where I live now is not my homeland. I’ve spent more than a decade adapting to this new place I call home and raising a family with all the idiosyncrasies that come from blending two cultures. You'll see hints of this with the real mash-up of language and spelling, which appears throughout my work. I write as I speak.
I am wife to an entrepreneuring man, who loves God and is the polar opposite of me….(watch this space, I may have more to say on that later.)
I love good books, light-hearted films, vases filled with fresh flowers and cake in all its varieties. I enjoy sunshine, warmth and big-brimmed hats.
Having kids has made a homebody of me, but my former self loved to travel, so I expect that my future self will probably love that too. One day, that is, when travel doesn’t mean I need a moving company to go 60 miles down the road.
I am messy, raw and real. Lover of friends and family and relationships. Feeler of all the feelings. Struggler with a need for neat, (who sometimes wishes that Mary Poppins was real.) Daughter of the One True King, seeker of holiness and consequently a giant work in progress with many many holes that need to be plugged: Holy unplugged.
~Fiona