Seven Sevens is Forty Nine

Bianca Johnson photo collage spanning seven life chapters from childhood to 49th birthday

This week I turn 49. In my book I told my pregnancy story in seven year jumps. Here’s what else those years taught me: moving house four times before I was seven, five continents in my twenties, a ring on my finger at 35, and the writing that’s carried me through pandemic, perimenopause and pink hair. Seven sevens, one wild ride.

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Love, Debt and Pregnancy Loss: The Financial Cost No one Talks About. 

Bianca Johnson author of All of These Lines discussing the financial cost of pregnancy loss

Nobody told you that losing a pregnancy would cost you money. Between the extra appointments, the therapists, the alternative therapies, and the general desperation to try absolutely anything, the financial cost of pregnancy loss is real, and almost nobody talks about it. If you’re carrying both grief and debt, there’s a good chance the two are more connected than you’ve ever let yourself say out loud. Let me show you

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It’s Never Too Late for Naming Angel Babies

It's Never Too Late to Name Your Angel Baby

Sarah. I held that name privately for years before I ever said it out loud. I knew she was a girl because of the genetic testing after my missed miscarriage in 2014. I knew her name too, the one I’d always wanted for myself as a middle name, the one I’d quietly given her the…

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The Toolkit I Didn’t Know I Was Building

Bianca Johnson smiling, with a map of all the places of the Toolkit I Didn't Know I Was Building

I’ve done a lot of things for money. Clown. English teacher in Taiwan. Insurance consultant. Travel agent. Concierge. Virtual assistant. And somewhere in between all of that, the person who sits in front of you now: empowerment coach, author, and accidental expert in life falling apart and being rebuilt.

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My 2026 Word is ME (And Life Has Already Tested It)

Word of the Year Me

I chose my word of the year 2026 at the end of last year, the way I always do. Quietly, intentionally, with Leonie Dawson’s Goals Workbooks open on the table, a ridiculous number of coloured pens and a cup of coffee going cold beside me. The word was ME. It took a lot to accept…

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