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

When I lost the love of my life, I didn’t know how too keep going

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

When Lorraine Denman, 57, exchanged late-night messages with her daughter, she could never have known it would be their last goodbye

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