‘The joy and sorrow of Christmas…’

Christmas can be one of the best times of the year – if you have close family and/or friends to share it with.  Thankfully, I’m one of the lucky women who does.  I have a wonderful husband (who isn’t perfect, but then,who is!), two fabulous kids (who test me beyond belief, but name me children […]

‘Trying to regain some control…’

I suddenly realised that I and I alone had control of what stayed in my stomach.   My step-father had the power to force me to eat, but unless he kept me under lock and key, he couldn’t stop me from vomiting it back up.  So I did.  It was my way of saying ‘fuck […]

‘When (food=trauma)…’

My earliest memory and experience of food was when I was around five years old.  I had been looked after by a babysitter the night before, who had taken it upon herself to eat some food out of the fridge.  The next day, my mother went to the fridge to get the piece of meat […]