I am Home

There was a day when it all felt 'normal'. I only remember that my hand independently stopped thumbing through the calendar on my lap and I looked up sharply at the brick wall, as if it had started speaking to me. Staring at nothing, eyes glazed over as I looked inside not out I watched the moment… Continue reading I am Home

I collect stories, not stuff

My life changed suddenly One normal afternoon my partner came home and left me. There was no build up, no fighting, just slow, invisible adjustments made over years that accumulated until we'd changed shape. Do you know when you see behind the scenes of a movie set? When the magic is explained to you and though not exactly lost, you see the tricks… Continue reading I collect stories, not stuff