I have been writing since I was a child, for me back then the only thing better than writing was to read. I continued that escape as an adult, took Creative Writing at university, joined writing groups to hone my abilities, wrote for pleasure and for business.
Now I write for me.
I knew that someday I would want to pursue a PhD, but between parenting and finances I had to place my dream on the shelf. I knew it wasn’t the right time … yet.
explore: travel through an unfamiliar area in order to learn more about it
On Saturday, while cutting up a potato I experienced a squirming, wrenching, very agonising pain in my upper back to the left of my spine and just under the shoulder blade (a sure sign I should have a chef or eat take-outs!).
leaving dreams behind
Kevin Bacon on the TV screen, slowly removing the white bandages unveiling the void beneath… “Can we talk?”
So many changes in the last few years, finally looking beyond the horizon to my next adventures.
(inspired by the lyric video for Hammock “The Night You Caught Fire”
A thorny issue, this forgiving business. I can’t speak for other faiths but I know from my upbringing that christians are taught that to forgive is divine. Yet how many of us approach divinity?
Sitting in a Starbucks, thinking about fear. It’s a strange thing is fear, it tugs at your sleeve constantly as a reminder that you’re talentless, imperfect, a blight that the perfect tolerate with amusement.
Graveyard roses. I planted some for you. They bloom brighter and sweeter with each passing year.
Memories can be a blessing or a curse, and my memories of Morecambe’s West End are both. Tap shoes and toothache.
We connect through our shared humanity. We grow through our differences. Be human. Be different. Be kind.