The Good GirlsWe were the good girls, seating plan buddies in science class doing everything we were supposed to, we listened well in biology, made…Dec 101Dec 101
Sweet Child O’ MineI remember it still: the opening guitar riff to Sweet Child O’ Mine echoing off the lino of our council house bathroom, my inaugural…Nov 301Nov 301
Not all self-care is comfortableNot all self-care is comfortable, sometimes it’s awkward I’d rather not actuallies, it’s side-stepped questions at family parties, aborted…Nov 19Nov 19
Sometimes, I still…Sometimes, I still sleep in a bedroom that hasn’t been mine for decades, when I wake, I draw pictures in condensation on windows long since…Oct 27Oct 27
The Downsides of Being the Strong OneI’m the strong one. Always have been. That is what my nearest and dearest know me as. That is the reputation I have built for myself over…Oct 17Oct 17
My North-Facing GardenMy unfinished garden faces north, I chose this plot, it’s true, I knew it wouldn’t be easy to tend but was set on pushing through, its…Oct 13Oct 13
The Razor Clam MassacreIt is fitting that they should be here this time of all times, hundreds-strong heaps of razor clams strewn along the sands, too numerous to…Sep 28Sep 28
Promenade WonderingsWhat if you just kept on walking? Rounded that golden bend beyond which you’ve never ventured? Pushed back the boundaries established in…Sep 27Sep 27
At The Sand Trails’ EndAll those bygone summer visits and I’d never seen the sand trails, thin, granular veins of gold whipped up by a westerly wind, they snake…Sep 19Sep 19