I’m Sharon Langshaw. Writer, alcoholic in recovery and enthusiastic observer of humans.
I write about the woman path, the fire in our bellies, the people we walk beside, and what it means to find our way home.
Some of it is tender. Some of it is spiritual. Some of it is horrified and delighted by the dumb shit we do.
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THE PATH SHE CARRIES
The Path She Carries is a series of short reflections about recovery, womanhood, feminism, faith, friendship and finding our way home.
They arrive by email as small offerings of life's ordinary sacredness.
Not always neat. Not always inspirational. Occasionally involving cake.
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THE WOMAN PATH
What we inherit. What we carry. What was handed to us without anyone asking if we wanted it. The rules about being good, useful, quiet, grateful, sensible and endlessly capable.
There’s feminism in there. Recovery too. Spirituality. Ageing. Friendship. Freedom.
Mostly, I’m just paying attention.
WRITING
Poems. Essays. Stories. Short observations.
About women and recovery. Friendship and ageing. Love and loss. Faith I don’t completely understand. People I love and admire. And the ordinary moments that somehow have turned out to have mattered a lot.
Sometimes tender. Sometimes funny. Sometimes horrified by the dumb shit we do.
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ABOUT
I’ve been writing one thing or another for most of my life.
I’m a writer, an alcoholic in recovery and an enthusiastic observer of humans. I write about women, recovery, spirituality, ageing, friendship and the strange little moments that turn out to have been important all along.
My faith is in a God I don’t understand, but keep looking for anyway.
I live by the sea in Australia and remain deeply suspicious of anyone who claims to have life all figured out.