Black hole
I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels like I’d been sucked into a black hole and spent the last twelve... Read More
A need for magic
I haven’t been able to write of late. I type and delete and type again and delete again. I’m not sure it’s... Read More
Shattered dreams
It’s only now that I start to feel the real cost of the pandemic. It’s effect, now more discombobulating than ever, when... Read More
The only world that makes sense
So it’s been a while. A few months of lockdown, getting some palliative relief that the nature was thriving in the absence... Read More
Going sober(ish)
It’s Saturday morning and I count seven empty bottles of wine on the kitchen counter. We haven’t drunk them all last night,... Read More
Seven years
As some of you might know, I’ve been working on The Love Project for seven years. Wow! Seven years is a very long time. I’m... Read More
What happened to The Love Project?
Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a single girl who really wanted to be loved. She... Read More
Exploring Resistance
A friend recently asked me why I stopped blogging. I found the question deeply uncomfortable and I immediately launched my defence: because... Read More
The Binding of Isaac
The legend goes that Abraham, the father of the three Abrahamic religions, married Sarah who was barren. By God’s grace, says the Old... Read More
The truth about The Love Project
I recently got into a conversation with a friend on Facebook in which I confessed my fears of becoming a mother. I... Read More