Why I Chose to be Motherless – Part 2

Why I Chose to be Motherless – Part 2

Thank you to everyone who commented on this site or on Facebook, or who wrote to me personally after last week’s post. Your words and support mean so much. To those who contacted me because you’ve experienced similar, thank you. We can draw strength...
Bottling the Kids

Bottling the Kids

There’s been a lot going on this year—mostly good, but not all of it. Normally, I cope. Normally, I feel good about the good things, but I’ve had trouble feeling good at all this year, about anything. I think I’ve worked out why: I don’t like...
Another Excerpt from the Novel

Another Excerpt from the Novel

IDA’S LAST BABY After that, Len and I gave it another try. This baby was breathing when they took him from me, and I saw him, silent but alive. ‘Henry,’ I said. ‘His name is Henry, after my father.’ They midwives bundled him in a towel...
My Journey to Writing

My Journey to Writing

If someone had asked me a decade ago what I would be doing in ten years’ time, writing a novel would not have been on the list, nor on the horizon. It wasn’t even on the planet. I’d always thought of myself as Maths/Science orientated as I...
Tribute to a Sister

Tribute to a Sister

This piece was first published as a series on my blog in September, 2013, which I’ve edited and pulled together to make this essay.  After my sister died in 1987, I wanted to write about her and her death, but it took me over 25 years. There were many...