Rebel Jones
Life On The Rocks
If turning 40 were a vegetable, I think it would probably be cabbage.
It has that distinguishably bitter taste that makes you question all of your life choices. And as the previous 36 years flash before your eyes (because no one really remembers much before their 4th birthday), you get a whiff of midlife crisis.
Stereotypically, for men, it’s about reliving their childhood dreams - a red sports car and custom-built he-shed down the garden. They crave manliness, validation, and the body they had in their 20s.
But for women, it’s different. The emotional racket thrown around their head is unexpected. And the pangs of ‘My life is over’ bruise deeply.
I am that now 42-year-old woman.
With an almost equal amount of grey hair to tattoos (FYI, I have a lot of ink), and a restless desire to write more than 50 shades of Australian Shepherd, this is my space.
By day, I’m a UK-based content writer with an affection for chaos and commas. I’ve written for lifestyle gurus, offbeat blogs, and music sites that smell faintly of beer and eyeliner. I tailor my tone to fit the gig, from sharp and cheeky to clean and corporate, but I’ll always be allergic to fluff.
By night (and every moment in between), I’m a storyteller.
Unfiltered, honest, and slightly over-caffeinated. My debut book, Raising an Emotionally Charged Ostrich, explores the messy, funny, beautiful reality of parenting neurodiverse kids and all the identity crises that come with it!
My desk is cluttered with rogue coins, broken hairbands, and highlighters that leaked through five drafts of “I swear this will be the final version.” And somewhere beneath it all is a cable holder with zero grip and big dreams.
Is this it? My big societal contribution?
Aside from raising small humans and perfecting cupcakes, probably.
But if these are my pants, I shall wear them with greatness. And I shall share my pants. And encourage others to share their pants too… (OK, that sounded considerably less smutty in my head. But we’re going with it regardless!)
Sure, my sanity may be one cluttered sock drawer away from giving up. But for reasons with less substance than a vegan burger, I’ve decided to share the highs, the lows, and the journey that drove me to this little piece of the internet.
I am Rebel Jones.
And this is my life on the rocks.
Raising an Emotionally Charged Ostrich
Raising an Emotionally Charged Ostrich isn’t your average parenting book. In fact, it’s not a parenting book at all, but rather, my raw, honest, and slightly sarcastic take on what it’s really like to raise a neurodiverse child.
No fake fixes, no sugarcoating- just the highs, the lows, and all the messy bits in between.
This is my story - no filters, no apologies.
Blog Space
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Why Rejection Hurts (And How I’m Learning to Own It)
Rejection has always felt personal to me. Not so much as a writer, but as a daughter, a granddaughter, a friend, etc. And as someone who’s spent most of her life trying not to take up too much space, it stings deeper than a wasp’s nest in your head.
"Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order."
David Gerrold