Ah, Valentine’s Day. This year it’s particularly challenging as it comes two days after my divorce is final. No matter the reason(s) for ending a marriage, when you’ve been with someone for fifteen years, it’s a difficult goodbye. In the… Read More »Read the Lines on my Palm
My furniture arrives in eight days, a three-seater sofa bed and a mattress, both bespoke. Which means, in UK speak, they were made for me. I’ve rarely had clothes made for me, much less furniture. I’ve gone posh, as they might… Read More »I Was Sat
Sunshine in my bedroom window woke me today, my first morning truly alone. The ceilings in my new flat rise fifteen feet high, and there are three gorgeous windows in my living room that look out on a park. The… Read More »A Supple Drifting Twig
This is Induction Week at my new school, also known as Meet the Freshers. At our opening meeting, all seven creative writing staff members stood in a room of 40+ third-years, welcoming them. ‘Coach’ Tyler Keevil, the BA Course Leader,… Read More »You’re Given a Mission
Yesterday, when I was preparing for an overnight trip to London, the forecast called for rain. I packed a small umbrella and my raincoat in my backpack, along with a scarf and extra leggings in case it got chilly. London, though, like… Read More »Asking for Open Borders