A titles and something to write about. That’s what I’m currently stuck on. Earlier this month I’d already written a more personal essay called “What I’ve Learnt In My Year As A Widow” but it missed the mark and it was a little less appropriate than my regular musings, so it’s currently sitting as a … More A Year On.
It’s 4am. Yet another night this week plagued by sleeplessness. From the darkness of my room, all I can hear is the dog snoring from Alex’s bed where she disappeared to when I stood up to use the toilet an hour ago. My bladder has long since woken me during the night – it must … More Grief is Non Linear. A Reminder to Myself.
My dearest friend, It’s confession time: I appeared to have picked up an annoying habit of reading some WhatsApp messages- those kind from caring friends, checking in with us, and after realising that it’s important to spend time on a focussed response which is somethings that is not fluid at the moment, I subsequently decide … More Novembers Notes
Pinot, Bretzels, and Cathedrals 