Daddy, when do I get to be a grown-up?

Daddy, when do I get to be a grown-up?

At some time around the age of 30, I remember being in the car on the way to Dorset and having a lengthy, amusing and interesting conversation with some girlfriends about “when do we become grown-ups?”. Because, very obviously, we really weren’t at...
Who are you behind the labels?

Who are you behind the labels?

We like labels. They help us make sense of the world, where we fit in to a complex society and where others sit relative to us. There’s so much potential information for us to learn about people, most of which would take a lifetime to uncover, that we use labels...
“Who am I?”

“Who am I?”

Nothing. I don’t even exist. At least, that’s what I was recently told at a brilliant lecture on meditation, mindfulness and neuroscience. Apparently, any physicist will tell you that we’re all just waves of energy floating around the universe – as individuals...