Hello. I am Kathy B...

I am a human. I write to inspire, entertain, & make myself less insane. Grab a cuppa-delicious and stay for a while; the crumpets are on me.

Monday, 23 November 2015

10 little ways to look after yourself when things are a bit shit

If you're human, you will be no stranger to the fact that sometimes, LIFE-IS-JUST-CRAP-OKAY. Something disconcerting happens, or (oh, the joys of human fragility), nothing really happens at all, but still, our little world turns on its head, sending us spiralling into a pit of all-encompassing negativity, our gloomy thoughts dancing vigorously in our minds like a bunch of rowdy, uninvited guests at a house party. Welcome to the explicit reality of the human experience, where things can feel grand and lovely one moment, and well, just a bit shit the next. 

Wednesday, 18 November 2015

Sunday, 8 November 2015

On perfect scars, and the best birthday present I was ever given

The sunlight danced off of the gentle waves that lapped against our half-battered, rickety boat: the boat  he'd hired via hurried, excited whispers in the bathroom the morning before: the tiny boat that I didn't initially trust not to capsize. It must have been a few decades old. It wore the perfect scars of a thousand brutal winds, a thousand curious adventures. Theirs before ours. Ours.

Sunday, 18 October 2015

An extract from my book

They’d been so young once, and with this youth came their blistering naivety, and with their blistering naivety came their great invincibility: the great impossibility that one day this would all be over: that one day this precious, simple moment would be a precious piece of their entwined history that could never again be recreated. But of course, one day, this moment would be just that. For sixty years later, Ivy Carter had taken her last staggered breath as her palm lay limp on his, and Albert felt the kind of heartbreak that he never knew existed until he knew that he would never hold the love of his life in his arms again. 

Sunday, 20 September 2015

How to live like you're dying: a work in progress

'People don't expect you to feel in any way lucky when you have a terminal cancer diagnosis, but I am. I'm so lucky. I absolutely treasure every tiny moment. What a blessing to see the world like that.'

I work in Digital Communications at a hospice. It's a job that means I've shared the stories of a lot of dying people: dying people with a prognosis. A year. Six months. Three. At a push.
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