I am not a mother. There have been several points over the last few years when I believed I was going to be, and that I would be soon however, this now seems like a distant possibility. I have always wanted to be a mother. When people meet me, they are usually introduced quite quickly to myContinueContinue reading “On Motherhood”
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On Endings I: It’ll Pass
It is beginning to feel like you never even existed. Yet noting down the date you will return my belongings serves as a stark reminder that you did, and I loved you, and you let me believe you loved me too. Until, over the course of a few, short, hysterical, un-rememberable weeks you repeatedly brokeContinueContinue reading “On Endings I: It’ll Pass”
On Love & Honesty
Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. I use the word “love” here not merely in the personal sense but as a state of being, or a state of grace – not in the infantile American sense of being made happy but in theContinueContinue reading “On Love & Honesty”
On Emerging from Lockdown
Humans have a unique capacity for adaptability. This is often seen as a trait, something you either have or you don’t, an asset to put on your CV …On Emerging from Lockdown Another essay of mine, On Emerging from Lockdown, is available to read over on the NRTH LASS website. I discuss how this couldContinueContinue reading “On Emerging from Lockdown”
On Being a Woman
This is the kind of narrative that could begin with a trigger warning. I’ve never started anything with a trigger warning, and I don’t intend to now.…On Being a Woman My essay, On Being a Woman, is available to read over on the NRTH LASS website. I discuss my anger, my feminism and hopefully offerContinueContinue reading “On Being a Woman”
Temporary Intermittence
I know that my writing is not successful when I am not being honest, specifically when I am not being honest with myself. I have always used my writing to understand the world I live in, to understand how I form and partake in this world, to understand how I feel about myself; my actions,ContinueContinue reading “Temporary Intermittence”
Moving Out, Moving On
I am currently writing this sat on my one remaining cushion on the floor of my flat, where there is no furniture, surrounded by the last remnants of my current life. It’s the stuff that has no category, the stuff that will inevitably end up in the ‘last box of shite … I promise thisContinueContinue reading “Moving Out, Moving On”
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