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The miners’ strike, dad and me
There’s a photograph taken on my third birthday that I treasure. I’m sitting on my father’s lap, lost in chatter, and he’s gazing adoringly at the little auburn-haired toddler in dungarees and bare feet. Photographs from this time are scarce; even fewer feature me with my dad. As my mum euphemistically puts it, there was…
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ADHD and what it means for me
My name is Sara, and I have Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. A year since my diagnosis, and during ADHD Awareness Month, what better time to come out as neurodivergent? If you’re scratching your head over the term ‘neurodivergent,’ you’re in good company. I was in the same boat until a doctor enlightened me. It describes…
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I am the mosaic mam
When I suggest it, my son is sceptical. “Remember what happened the last time you dragged me to see flipping mosaics?” he says accusingly. The boy has a memory like an elephant. But it’s a fair cop. We stayed on a farm in northern Italy the summer when he was nine. I’d read in the guidebook that the nearby town…
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Take me home, Crickhowell roads?
Life’s a journey, and every so often, you find that special place where you can pull over, take a deep breath and refuel your soul. My preferred refuelling station? It’s tucked away in the folds of Bannau Brycheiniog and opens its doors only once a year. I’m talking about none other than that shimmering jewel…
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The times – are they a’changing?
It’s been a while since I binge-watched a TV series, but Channel 4’s ‘The Change’ captivated me this week. The sitcom, written by comedian Bridget Christie, tells the tale of Linda, a menopausal mother on a quest to reclaim her sense of self. When Linda starts forgetting the words for everyday objects, she suspects early…
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Hay now, don’t dream it’s over
Like countless others, I feel caught in an eternal tug-of-war against myself, trapped between the vice-like indulgences I’d like to dial down (gorging on cheese, swearing at BMW drivers, endless doom-scrolling) and things I aspire to do more of (exfoliation, sunrise yoga, learning circus skills). And sitting at the top of my well-intentioned “must do…
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A GCSE in supporting teens through exams, anyone?
Oh, joy! The abominable hellscape that is exam season is upon us. Solidarity to everyone parenting young charges through this challenging time. Nobody warned me that, seemingly minutes after holding my lad’s tiny hands on the last walk to Primary school, I’d be presiding over a simmering cauldron of hormones, Lynx Africa and sky-high cortisol…
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Rebel Bear artwork inspired by disabled parking row to be displayed at Cardiff gallery on site of dispute
Mural painted in support of wheelchair user Cerys Gemma on show at Blackwater Gallery in Cardiff’s Prospect Place A mural found in Cardiff created by the mysterious Glaswegian Street artist, The Rebel Bear, is being shown at Blackwater Gallery on the site of the parking dispute which inspired the piece. The artwork, which appeared on…
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One bad apple? That old chestnut.
Another week and sexual harassment allegations have rocked yet another prominent organisation Honestly, it’s becoming as predictable as death, taxes and Tom Jones banging on about hangingout with Elvis. It could almost be sweepstake material if it weren’t so utterly reprehensible. Roll up, roll up! Which brand will be hit by a sex pestery scandal next? Get your bets in. This time it’s a business lobby group, the CBI,under the spotlight.…
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Another bloody battle to fight
In the week of International Women’s Day, I’ve been thinking about the battles we’re still fighting. As I’ve written in this column, it’s a day that increasingly makes me feel torn. Celebrating inspirational women is, of course, a good thing. But we have a bloody long way to go when it comes to equality, and…
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Hello. I’m Sara. This site is home to my writing for the Western Mail, a newspaper kind enough to publish my internal ramblechats. In 2022 I was named Wales Media Awards Columnist of The Year for this column. Madness. You’ll find me spaffing opinions on feminism, inequality, festivals, tech, art and whatever else pops into my head at 3am the day before deadline. There’s also bonus content, when the muse takes me (WHERE IS SHE TAKING ME? I DIDN’T ORDER THIS CAB! Etc…).
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