Hi, I’m so glad to see you here! Grab a seat and get comfy.
I’m Cara, mother, wife, friend, writer, carer and lover of crap American tv.
Many years ago I was living it up in Glasgow as a single gal with no responsibilities when I bumped into a Scottish boy online. Fast forward 6 short months and that Scottish boy and I jumped on a plane to live in Melbourne, Australia to live for a couple of years. A couple of years turned into 11 and our twosome became a foursome after our two Aussie kids, Blair and Lyla joined us.
Life down under wasn’t all sunshine and beaches, Lyla was born in 2012 with a rare brain disorder called polymicrogyria and has cerebral palsy. So life is a little different than I had imagined it would be but it’s certainly never dull. You can read more about Lyla’s Story here.
In late 2015 we made the huge move back to Glasgow, Scotland to be closer to our families and Scottish life continues to be constantly surprising.
After Lyla was born and as the fog of her diagnosis lifted I found myself constantly writing stories about Lyla and our family in my head. Going back to work wasn’t an option and while I fought against my new full time role as Lyla’s mum, carer and advocate, (also know as the Tupperware / virtual assistant phase), eventually I surrendered to it and with that the words came back.
I started Lyla’s Angels as a way of sharing information about Lyla’s therapy with our friends and family. It is also a place for me to share stories about our life with all its challenges and beauty. I believe in sharing the positive stuff while being honest about the shit stuff too. So hang out and stay awhile. I have a feeling we’ll get on like a house on fire.
Cara x
Pst if you want to get in touch then send me an email or find me on Facebook and Instagram
5 more things about me
I’m a virgo, totally and utterly
I’m a recovering perfectionist and people pleaser
I’m a social introvert, I love people and I’m very social but given the choice I’d probably rather stay home than go to a party
I can’t fall sleep without reading first
I hate olives