Everyone wants to be a writer. And they should. Leading the dance of words across a page to create a picture that the reader canContinue Reading
This is grief, for now not ever
I rock back and forth, arms pinned in close, left hand in fist on my sternum, right hand clasped over it. This is grief. ThisContinue Reading
Sugar coated grief is still grief, no matter how you coat it
I returned to the place of my mother’s death today. A lone hospital room in neutral hues with a view of the blossom trees thatContinue Reading
Suicide, a 7 letter word with more than 13 reasons why
This post is about suicide. It may trigger you or cause you distress. You have every right to look away if you think it willContinue Reading
Death is in the details and on my phone
I have photos of my dead mother on my phone. Not my mother before she died but my mother’s body after her death. I don’tContinue Reading
Thanks for the Facebook memories, not
‘Facebook memories’ let me know that my mother, Joy, died 18 months ago this last week. Thanks Facebook. Now there’s an anniversary I wasn’t planningContinue Reading
Looking for joy in the bottom of a peanut butter jar
I am supposed to be writing a book but instead I am writing a blog, but they both start with a ‘b’ so I considerContinue Reading
Even on the darkest night there are always stars
No one is immune to depression. I learnt that this week when a friend died by her own hand. Her stunning renovated home in anContinue Reading
The panic before the heart of the storm
Sell. Donate. Dump. Three words I have been living by for almost two weeks. I am moving. Scratch that, I am evacuating. Selling everything inContinue Reading
A bubble room for one – the solace of grief
I have just spent half an hour sobbing into a Sass & Bide t-shirt found on the floor of my car parked outside a ThomasContinue Reading