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I am many things – a doctor of psychology, occupational psychologist, trained coach, consultant, mediator, NLP practitioner, development consultant, a writer, a partner, step-mother by deed rather than marriage documents, small-time property developer, sailor and boat lover. I try to be sassy, clever and funny but often end up grumpy and snarly when I see women held back – either by themselves or by ‘experts’. I am 54. I would like to be a size 12 and I dye my hair. I also try to be a friend, a thinker, an advisor. My best days are when someone says I have made a difference to their confidence or their career and helped them make a positive shift in their mind, body or soul. But truth to tell, I am just like you – a woman who fights to keep her Sassy side live.

This blog will not tell you my daily coming and going (far too dull) or the clothes that I wear (far too conservative until I retire). It will be a weekly observation on what has made my Sassy side scream, cheer, laugh, think or shout.
 

Glass Ceiling

Well done Liv Garfield and ten top tips for smashing the glass ceiling

Last week I talked about the glass ceiling and what, maybe, keeps us under it. Today, we hear that Liv Garfield, one of the very few CEO’s of a FTSE 100 company has been voted Veuve Clicquot Business Woman of the Year.

Glass Ceiling

The glass ceiling – can businesses really crack it? Or is it down to us?

As a business psychologist, most of my time a day is spent working with clients to develop capability in their business. High on the agenda is female progression. There is good reason.

Poppies Ypres

Lest we ever forget

Well it’s been a funny old week. I have cried more in four days than I have in four months.

Winnie Mandela

Image Source: You Tube CGTN Africa

When women fall – do we condemn them more than men?

On Monday this week, Winnie Madikizela-Mandela died at the age of 81. When she first came to the fore she was dubbed the mother of the nation.

elderly mother daughter hands

A mother’s gift          

Mother’s day. It is bitter sweet. I love to hear how Annie (she of Annie Reviews who, if you read the last blog, you will know loves to feed ducks and give them weird names) is buoyed up by flowers and hugs from her daughter. Then I remember that my Mum has gone. There is no-one to hand a bunch of flowers and just say thank you.

Woman spring

Spring at last! Top tips for getting a spring back into your step.

At last it is here – that time of year when you wake up in the light again and birds are still twittering – in a normal twittering kind of way rather than incessant broadcasting of irrelevant comment and self-obsession. Trees are budding, crocuses peeping, the sky is beginning to shift from grey to blue.

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