Writings on life while I go grey at the borders

Hello there

Living in Mid-Wales, I’m a 50+ working-class writer, gardener, mum, granny and feminist sock knitter supreme. I’m a 2021 A Writing Chance award winner and lover of all things bookish.

I’m full of opinions on everything so make sure you check the blog archives for all my musings -from growing Tomatoes in Lockdown to the terror of Walking my daughter home.

My name’s Maya. Grab a cuppa, stay awhile, have a nosey around.

  • Read all about it!
    I have stopped following the news. I feel guilty for this, embarrassed to tell you. Being an informed member of society is an essential part of democracy, particularly with the shitshow that is currently in power. How can we know what’s going on – the bigger picture, the world events, if we don’t follow the…
  • Lost and Found
    I don’t know when I lost my voice. Loud and brash in my twenties, I would stand my own with all comers. Was it a life running after kids that quietened me? Certainly, four kept me busy. Then my mother-in-law died and, leaving two adopted kids with profound multiple disabilities, her two joined ours to…
  • Ohhh a puppy!
    My friend just got a new puppy. She’s adorable, seriously bouncy, a bit nippy and struggling with bladder control – the puppy is cute too. There is nothing like bringing a new dog into your home, be it a puppy or a rescue. We’ve always had rescue dogs, adopting them when they were just hitting…
  • Undercover
    My bras have turned against me. All at once, as if they’d set a date, they have decided to pop their seams and send sharp spiky wires jabbing into the tenderest parts of my flesh. My draw is full of bras with escaping wires, ones I keep meaning to mend. The fix, sewing soft felt…
  • Another List.
    I often think about death. Well not often, but I do think about it. Not so much my impending mortality, the brevity of our short lives, nothing quite so highbrow. More along the lines of embarrassing deaths and how to avoid them. Is that weird? There are the obvious ones – dying on the toilet,…
  • Imposter syndrome
    Imposter syndrome is alive and kicking. Sat there in the crook of my arm, right next to the dog. It sneers as I sit here on the sofa, trying to type. ‘A real writer would have a desk,’ it whispers, ‘or a shed, or a table. A real writer would have a room of one’s…
  • Seriously ?
    My husband is doing my head in. Not in a ‘I need to lay a new patio’ kinda way. Nor in ‘I need to look for one bedroom flats’ though the latter is certainly appealing. I should point out for fairness and balance that my husband is a lovely bloke – kind and supportive, a…
  • The garden got away from me
    Consider this your tomato update. I planted too many. I know right, who knew? But I tried this time, I really did. The three I planted in the raised bed by the back door were perfectly spaced when they were little. But then they grew. Do you know how to grow tomatoes?  You pinch off…
  • It is time you knew…
    I have a terrible confession. I mean, I don’t think it’s terrible, but the way people react you think I’d shoved a cat in a bin or something. And it’s not like my thing, this thing I’m confessing, really impacts anyone else. It’s not particularly weird or gross. I don’t think it is even that…
  • Having it all.
    I used to really admire stories of women who’d get up at 5 am, before their kids woke, to write their novel –  banging out 2000 words before breakfast or staying up into the wee hours to write another chapter. Actually, those stories made me feel completely inadequate. When my kids were young, and admittedly…
  • Pets on Parade
    Do your kids have pets? Over the years we’ve had a whole bloody menagerie. There were several Hamsters, though my daughter thought we only had one –  We also had three cats so I will let you work it out. One time, on an early morning dash back from the pet store with a replacement…
  • Summertime.
    I’m going on holiday. Two weeks away, first staying with the grandsons and their mum and dad, then a week with just hubby and me.  It’s only our second holiday away without children. The first one was in lockdown, and it was cancelled. I need to pack. I hate packing. I never know how much…
  • What’s cooking?
    The lingering effects of Covid are curtailing are usual culinary delights. We are too tired to cook  – eating pilchard on toast and a lot of jacket potatoes. Researching for my next novel, I’ve been struck by mentions of food and shopping from the 50s and 60s Rationing was in place until 1954 and food…
  • The long and short of it.
    It has happened again. I swear to god, this is the last straw. Never mind insomnia, mood swings, the midlife spreading in places I didn’t think I could spread any further, this -THIS- has tipped me over the edge. What, I hear you say? You always do this – make these grand announcements and then…
  • Women’s rights are all our rights
    I, like many, stand horrified at the overturning of Roe versus Wade in America last week, seeing abortion made illegal in many US States. This appalling act sees the rights of women everywhere undermined, and their lives made second best. I don’t care why a woman needs an abortion. For me, this is not about…
  • An early rising.
    The cool grey light of 4 am seeps beneath bedroom curtains. No matter how I straighten them the night before – battening down the hatches, blocking out the light – by morning cracks have appeared and sunlight pierces the room, refracting into rainbows. This morning I rise before the sun, before even the birds. Swimming…
  • Running out of time.
    According to the Internet, the average person in the UK reads ten books a year. This figure is inflated by those of us that read a lot, so the figure is more like four or five books a year, with just under half of all UK adults not reading books at all. I read a…
  • Writing lists
    I am a writer of lists My life could be measured in my to-do lists, their contents varying depending on the stage of my life. Early lists might have included Do Homework Try not to argue with sister STOP BITING NAILS Find missing library books Early motherhood saw lists as the only way to function…
  • News Flash; Tomatoes are growing
    Well, the tomatoes are out! Phew, I hear you gasp – I know you’ve been worried about their progress. Covid is still lingering like a teenager hoping to cadge a tenner when they already owe you twenty. We cannot seem to shift it. The tomatoes slipped way down the list of things to do. Barely…
  • One stich at a time.
    Sewing Bee is back! Do you watch it?  Not just a program for sewers, it is one of those comfort programs you can watch nestled up on the sofa with a cuppa and a biscuit. I sew. I’ve sewn for years. When ill health trapped me at home on the sofa I needed something to…

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