Religious Sexual Abuse: A Return to Shame

It'd been some time since my husband, Rhys, and I had scorched the sheets together. Poor health and physical pain are as good as a cold shower. But with healing, comes desire and we were both excited to be lovers again. I expected it to be hot, hot, hot but I didn't expect a reprisal of all the issues that had afflicted me when we became lovers for the first time many years ago.


Three Cheers for #Megxit. Courageous Harry! Heroic Meghan!

Like most of you, I've been following the life and times of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle since watching their lovely wedding on telly. It was a particularly poignant moment as my husband was extremely ill that day. As the love of my life suffered, Meghan Markle was wedding the love of her life. Ever since that day, I've had a special place in my heart for her and Harry and have watched in dismay as the media eviscerated her. It's always open season on Meghan Markle.


Benedictions: Warm Comfort in a Cold World

Like most of the British Isles, and indeed the whole world, Christmas for me begins with The Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols. Each year, Rhys and I sip eggnog on Christmas Eve with our ears glued to BBC Radio Four. When the crystal tone of one boy soprano singing, 'Once in Royal David's City' rings out, goosepimples rise on my arms.

The Yuletide Season has indeed begun.