Vulnerability or Die?

In September I began studying the MA in TV Fiction Writing at Glasgow Caledonian University thanks to a scholarship awarded to me by BBC Scotland. By October, I had told all twenty-one of my classmates about my son, Ryan's, death from a diabetic coma. I hadn't intended to do that, it may have happened by complete …

My Name’s Heather Hill and I’m a Highly Sensitive Person

Who'd have thought this would feel like a confessional? Yet here we are... When I was a girl, we moved house a lot. It seemed like I went to around eighteen primary schools in total. This meant that every time I made friends I had to learn how to say goodbye to them, ready to …

Exercise, Ovaries and the Meaning of Life

The late, great Victoria Wood is one of my all-time comedy heroes. With lines like, 'Take my knickers off and my ovaries will 'ave fell out or something,' I challenge you to watch this genius step aerobics scene without splitting your sides. God, I miss her. I read an article in Reuters this morning, entitled, When Heart …

Why Didn’t You Tell Me I was Getting Old?

I've started to worry about a lot of things lately. Even worse, I'm waking up in a panic at night without fully knowing why. But I found out that Google does: "The hormones oestrogen and progesterone work together to regulate mood. The declining levels of these hormones during the menopause mean that a woman at this stage …