Intermission

Grief trapped me inside my own bo dy until I took that vital first step

Those words turned out to be some of my hubby’s last

After suffering unimaginable loss, some feathery friends helped me to heal.

Life has a bad habit of mirroring art. Sometimes, this can be in a deeply sad way. A while after I wrote about the assumption of guilt in a traumatised young woman with poor social skills, I watched a

Packing for our annual Italian summer holiday, I can’t wait for a week of relaxation, sunshine and delicious food, and my children, Jake, 14, and Archie, 11, feel the same. Soon we’ll be on the beach,

I guess my main preoccupations at 16 were just trying to stay out of trouble. I was incredibly unsuccessful with finding girlfriends and things like that. Really, very, very unsuccessful. I think I wa