“Don’t spend your whole life sitting on the edge, wondering what the water might feel like. Dip your feet in. Make some ripples. Have a bloody adventure. Because life isn’t about knowing what happens next. It’s about being brave enough to find out.” — Missy Moo Poetry

Menopause, Yorkshire style. Saggy tits, a belly with a mind of its own, chin hairs tougher than a dry stone wall and a thermostat that’s gone completely tits up. But this body’s lived, loved, laughed and survived some right bloody storms. She’s not falling apart, she’s just stopped giving a toss. Because growing older isn’t about losing who you were. It’s about finally having the balls to be who you bloody well are. And if tha doesn’t like it, tha knows where t’door is!

A raw, heartbreaking reflection on body image, shame, desire, and learning to see yourself with compassion.

A tiny ink drawing of the pier, the sea and a dolphin at Roker Beach, carefully torn into the shape of a heart. Written across it were the words: “A little doodle in the morning to bring you joy.” Someone had lovingly tucked it onto a little piece of art made from an old tree stump, beach stones and strands of seaweed. It was so small and unassuming that you had to get close to even notice it was there. And I think that made it even more beautiful. As I sat on the beach with

After her husband leaves with only a carrier bag, Jessie is forced to confront the betrayal that shattered her family—and the painful truth about their supposed fresh start.

Tonight, beneath the Harvest Moon, I’m thinking about what it really means to gather in our own harvest. The things we’ve grown, the storms we’ve survived, the people we love and the stuff we’re finally ready to stop carrying. As Nick, Presley and I head off for a night beneath the dark skies, I’m embracing a little Pagan wisdom, a lot of gratitude and one simple thought: perhaps Autumn isn’t just about watching nature let go. Maybe it’s our invitation to do the same.

Anna sits beside the lake at dusk, reflecting on courage, change and the quiet strength it takes to face the water—and herself.

The Autumn Equinox is a quiet moment of balance—a reminder to pause, feel grateful for what this year has brought, and gently let go of what you no longer need to carry. As nature turns inward, we’re invited to slow down, rest, and welcome the season ahead.

If midlife has turned bedtime into a nightly battle of being exhausted but wide awake, this is for you. Discover what may be disrupting your sleep, why 3am wake-ups feel so brutal, and how small, realistic changes can help. Download the free Midlife Sleep Reset Workbook and start making sense of your nights—without judgement or ridiculous bedtime routines.

“What if menopause isn’t only asking us what medication, supplements or treatments we need? What if it’s also asking: what can no longer come with me?”

The menopausal body is not less sexy. It's wiser, louder, and far less willing to tolerate bullshit. A refreshing midlife perspective on confidence, body image, and menopause.

Brain fog, sleep issues, anxiety, weight changes, joint pain, libido dips — menopause can shift everything. You’re not broken; your body is asking for care.

What Menopause Actually Does to Your Body (Honest, Sweary Truth) | Moolife

Grief can arrive without a neat reason or name — but it isn’t a sign something’s gone wrong. This Whisper is a tender reminder that grief is proof something mattered, and a corridor back to the woman you’re becoming.

A powerful midlife prompt: what are you grieving that has no name? Explore invisible grief, menopause identity shifts, and naming the loss you’ve been carrying quietly.

Grief doesn’t always come with a tidy reason. Read about midlife grief, menopause, and the quiet loss of a former self—and the reinvention on the other side.

You spent decades shrinking yourself to fit a verdict that was wrong. This brutal midlife reflection helps you see how you kept renewing other people’s limits—and how to finally put them down and take up space.

A gentle midlife “whisper” for anyone who’s ever felt not enough: you were never the problem—you were in the wrong room. A soothing reminder that your creativity, chaos and sensitivity were brilliance all along.

What did they tell you that you weren't — and how long did you believe them? For me it was that I wasn't academic enough. That I wasn't focused enough. That I wasn't measuring up. They moved me without asking, put me in a box that didn't fit, and called my inability to squeeze into it a personal failing. I believed that for years. More years than I should have. More years than it deserved. So it won't be the same for you. Your verdict will be different. Your box will be a dif

At some point midlife stops asking nicely. It doesn't tap you on the shoulder anymore. It walks into the room, sits down at your table, and says — we need to talk.