Writing

  • The Epiphany

    I had an epiphany yesterday, at a time where my skin was particularly susceptible to the energy of human beings that were not me. We were out as a family, enjoying the humming vibe of a dumpling festival (nom, nom, nom)… Continue reading

  • It’s Time

    It’s time to speak the words I too often hide. Because, actually, silence can kill. And words can change the world for the better.   It’s time to love my life like I only have one. Because I do only have one.… Continue reading

  • It’s Not A Problem

    If you’re a reader, you are about to read a blog post which will echo through the pits of your soul. It’s not a problem, we all know this. But whenever us readers are faced with this sort of conundrum,… Continue reading

  • The Adventures Of A Hungry Girl

    My glasses are shining back at me from the library window. In hindsight, I should have eaten. Actual lunch I mean, not just the Honey and Date Loaf that quite accidentally fell into my belly at around lunchtime today. I… Continue reading

  • The Soft Girl and The Book

    The brownie is delicious. The coffee is fine. And, for the first time in a good little while, I am at a cafe, sinking into a booth seat, quietly reflecting on the peace of it all. I’m the soft girl… Continue reading

  • Deep Diving: The Experiment

    This is a little experiment where I will write. And I will not stop. Until I feel it’s time. Time, it’s an abstract concept, don’t you think? It’s not of the world, but also, it is. In an odd kind… Continue reading

  • Beautiful

    A face in the mirror; a gentle head tilt; a naked, swan neck. Her fingers find the soft of her collar bone and drift upward: chin, cheek, forehead— every part of her, delicate. Like a bird, she thinks. The mirror… Continue reading

  • The Skin Of A Woman

    I am a child of the water. And I float in all the whispers of me. When the wind catches on my bones, shaking me into fright, the earth holds me until I am calm. Until I am delicate and… Continue reading

  • The Best Thing I’ve Ever Written

    I’ve just deleted it all. On purpose. Five whole paragraphs of the BEST thing I’ve EVER written. We do that sometimes—us writers of words. When ‘the force’ flies through us with alarming ease and grace, and we just know this… Continue reading

  • Don’t Knock the Dreamers

    She bit off a giant chunk of hazelnut pancake, and ugly chewed. He raised his fork, and his eyebrow. She winked, and went on chewing loudly until her mouth was empty. ‘Don’t knock the dreamers,’ she said, then she handed… Continue reading