Christmas Can Be Lonely. Christmas is a time associated with happiness, cheer, laughter, goodwill, family. All very positive things, and for most people it is a positive season. But for some people Christmas can be intensely lonely. Not everyone has friends or family to spend the holidays with, and seeing everyone else enjoying themselves can … More An Advent Of Writing – Day 11
This weekend I was in Paris at a convention for The 100 (I know, another one, but in my defence my next one isn’t for another 9 months). Right now, I’m still processing everything that happened and trying to adequately describe the experience, though I don’t think anything I say will do it justice. It … More La Famille Really Does Describe Itself
The one phone call I hope I never receive is one telling me that something has happened top my brother. That he’s died. I’ve been there before. I got a phone call telling me my Dad was in ICU, that he’d had another stroke, and that I should probably get home as soon as possible, … More #11. The Most Troubling Phone Call You Hope You Never Receive
So, today would have been your 48th birthday. I’ve always been rubbish at remembering birthdays and ages, though yours was always slightly easier. Possibly from all those times I used to recite it for you when I was making your appointments, but now that your no longer here it’s like your birthday and age have … More Dear Dad (Happy Birthday)
Dear Dad, It’s getting more and more frequent that I write to you, or at least it feels that way. Time is passing in a weird kind of way at the moment, and it feels like it’s just flying by. I reckon that’s because I’ve just been so busy and working so much. It feels … More Dear Dad (Merry Christmas)
So I don’t really have a blog posting schedule, but after some recent encouragement from people about the stuff I write, I’ve decided to try write more regularly. I knew I wanted to get one out today on what is one of my (seemingly rare) days off from work. I actually had a post already … More Look at This Photograph
Dear Dad, It’s taken me a long time to write this. In fact it’s taken me seven months. It’s just over seven months since you died, and it still hurts, a lot. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that night. Sometimes it feels like the events just play on repeat, all that sadness, hurt, and … More Dear Dad
At the minute my Mum is moving house, which means that given summer boredom is starting to set in (reminding me I really need to get a job) I’ve spent a great deal of time helping out, now mostly
A Place of Mine 