Author: Sam Wilson-Späth
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My panic-buying secrets to dressing, more or less, for success
A lot is written regularly about the need to Dress to Impress in order to achieve in the workplace, but after 20 years of working mostly in big corporates, I have let go of this theory.
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Let’s hear it, live & loud, for the good old-fashioned phone date
Let’s consider the alternative: a string of WhatsApps that would have taken hours of back and forths to communicate the kind of things we were sharing, and a number of emoticons and gifs which didn’t quite capture the nuances we could achieve with our voices.
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Why I’m giving up trying to cycle my way to success
‘Oh good!’ said our trail-biking manager. ‘Imagine? Someone who can’t ride a bike!’ ‘Ha, imagine,’ I said with a nervous laugh. ‘How pathetic?’
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The stupid little things that make me fall in love with you
I’ve written many columns on how much I love my husband, some so schmaltzy that I can’t even bear to link to them. Now I’ve been commissioned to write another: on falling in love, repeatedly, with the same person.
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Keep Your Hands Off My Christmas Tree!
‘What? That’s my tree! Hold it right there, you monster!’ I shrieked at him. ‘What kind of man gives away his woman’s Christmas tree?’
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9 Bold & Brave Ways to Make the World a Less Scary Place
I’ve been medicated for anxiety for over a decade, and I have always been pretty impressed by my handle on the issue. But pack on the immediacy and hopelessness of the world outlook at the moment, and even my anti-depressants are faltering.
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Ten surefire ways to crawl through to the end of the year
How do we get all the way to the end of the year, without finding ourselves snivelling in the foetal position come January 1?
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The Shock of Finding Out That Your Teens Aren’t Quite as Terrible as You Were
‘It’ll happen to you too now,’ my Mom once told me, dandling my firstborn son on her knee and cooing down at him. ‘One day he’s all cute and snuggly and the next minute, you open a cupboard door to hang up some pants and bam… you get hit by a tsunami of badly hidden…
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Why I Married a German, For Better or Wurst
When I first met Andreas at university, he didn’t seem very German. I knew he had a surname no one could pronounce, but he had worked hard on losing his accent and didn’t speak that much anyway.
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The Kitchen is Burning! Quick, Where’s my phone?
‘”Holy Moses, the kitchen’s on fire,” shouted my husband, as the glass cracked in the kitchen door and smoke started pouring in (I’m not sure I’m allowed to swear in these columns. But…he didn’t really say Holy Moses.)