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As a humanist celebrant in Argyll , I’ve been honoured to walk beside people at some of the hardest moments of their lives. And again and...

Since becoming a celebrant, I’ve found myself talking about death a lot more than I used to. I’m an absolute blast at dinner parties, let...

As a kid, I loved reading. I absolutely devoured Enid Blyton— The Faraway Tree , The Famous Five , The Twins at St. Clare’s —I couldn’t...

Someone shared this quote with me recently, and it’s been quietly sitting with me ever since: "I don't think people understand how much...

Next week, I’ll be stepping out of my usual black funeral dress — a perfectly respectable, knitted Hobbs number that’s seen me through...

When it comes to big life moments — weddings, funerals, naming ceremonies, or facing the end of life — you want more than someone who can...

There’s a strange and beautiful paradox in being a celebrant: I spend my days helping other people tell their stories—shaping them,...

A few days ago, I wrote about holding space when it hurts —about the delicate honour of sitting with someone near the end of their life...

This morning I woke up with a sharp, breath-catching pain under my ribcage. The kind that makes you pause mid-inhalation and wonder what...

Well, aside from setting up the tables in the barn, wiping the bat poo off the cake table and trying to make sure the beer didn't get too...