The end of an era.
A poem just for you
Serendipity, giggling with happiness at seeing me stumble over her needlework, danced on.
'Barely a zygote, more a coming together of stardust and attention'.
Inspired by a week of just being (and not reading)...
'I think our inner artist faces the fire through motherhood.'
A portrait of the artist in recovery.
We still speak of Matt in the present tense. Love doesn’t die just because a body does.
It took with it everything I had except an ability to listen to my heart.
Delay due to travel.
The paragraph is an extraordinary thing.
If Joan Didion were at the beginning of her career today, she'd be cancelled for being a white supremacist.