Against the Dark

  It confirmed to everyone. I was a fake.   Mothers Who Make is an international initiative providing mothers and makers peer support. It has been a saving grace for me during lockdown. I have made connections with women I may never have met without lockdown. Women who understand the innate need to be creative. … More Lack of Symmetry, my arse!

  Life feels pretty heavy here, how about you, wherever your isolation is? Writing has always been my ‘way out’ and, failing that, drawing. But both forms of creativity have failed to suffice in the past weeks and I have been floundering around for other ways to keep my mind distracted from its constant chatter, … More Passionate playing in the bath

Stairs have been my arch nemesis for several years. Not going down them, that was as easy to me as it is to you (assuming you are someone who finds it easy). But going up. I still stand at the bottom, looking with fear, and brace myself for the pain that will be involved. But … More Sexual politics and hot baths

I’ve been reading a lot about writing recently, as well as trying to increase my reading of great literature. I need to write every day. See where it takes me. Maybe I’ll come up with some gems if only a sentence or a character. I think this is pretty much how I write already, I … More Thieves and tattoos​

  This morning is hard and I feel quite empty. On Friday we received a date for the inquest of my late brother-in-laws’ death. In the back of my head, I knew this was coming, in the horrendous, blurry weeks after he died the coroner told us the inquest might take months. Dan died in … More Inquest and lesbians

I’ve just come back from my first run in SUCH a long time. I ran. And I could. Walking stick to running in 3 months. Most pleasing! I’ve been thinking a lot over the last few weeks about our perception of others lives in contrast to how one sees one’s own life. It’s easy to see how … More Burying my darkest secrets

Wondering if, without a new life-changing trauma, I actually have a blog in me, but working on the philosophy that I’ve come an awful long way this year, and it wasn’t all trauma, I’ve decided to try! I am sat on a train going south down the east coast of Scotland. You know the route? … More Laughing Monsters and a Messiah