I write for me … words have always fascinated me, the nuances of language.
I create fiction, share thoughts, and disseminate research.
Planning a journey
In 2003 when I graduated with my first degree (BA (Hons) History) I knew that someday I would want to pursue a PhD. I did my MA in Historical Research, but between parenting and finances I had to place my dream back on the shelf and write myself a different path. I...
My word for 2020
explore: travel through an unfamiliar area in order to learn more about it
I’ve changed my mind …
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
leaving dreams behind
How I Disappeared
Kevin Bacon on the TV screen, slowly removing the white bandages unveiling the void beneath… “Can we talk?”
Beyond the Horizon
So many changes in the last few years, finally looking beyond the horizon to my next adventures.
broken
(inspired by the lyric video for Hammock “The Night You Caught Fire”
Forgiveness
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?
Fear has no hold over me
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
Graveyard roses. I planted some for you. They bloom brighter and sweeter with each passing year.
Tap Shoes and Toothache
Memories can be a blessing or a curse, and my memories of Morecambe’s West End are both. Tap shoes and toothache.
Be human, be different, be kind
We connect through our shared humanity. We grow through our differences. Be human. Be different. Be kind.
