Crafting Our Way Through Corona

Craft, whether of words or paint, yarn or cloth, has always been the beating heart of my life. The fuel that takes me through each day of my journey in this world. There has never been a time when I have not used creativity as a crutch to hold my head above the stormy waves …

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Death in Corona

  My Dad died on the 17th of May 1996 - a Friday afternoon in a busy hospital, a stones throw from what is now my children's favorite park. I'd traveled up from Uni that morning, jumping on the first train I could get out of Liverpool Lime Street. Mum said he waited, as the …

Breathing Room and Rainbows

It is the strangest feeling to sit with the cursor blinking, unable to find enough words, the right words, any words to properly describe what is happening in the world right now. I've been writing, deleting, writing, for what feels like weeks. Feeling battered by the storm of stories, like an ocean full of currents, …