#F4TFriday – oops we did it again!
You might have seen my twitter posts with #InAField as the tag over the last couple of years. Initially they were accompanied by pictures of…
moments : words : images
You might have seen my twitter posts with #InAField as the tag over the last couple of years. Initially they were accompanied by pictures of…
How far do you go back? Before I was a woman, before I felt autonomous, before I was a mother, before I was a wife,…
And yet, and yet... we sit in a packed bar and get third place rosette for dressage, and your grin and your head explodes with…
The sound of the key turning in the lock jolted me from my reverie. I knew that he would be standing behind me, surveying the…
She found me raging in the university library about the lack of books, about the assumption that mature students could afford either the time to…
Home I left it. My handcrafted home, filled with pictures of children, memories of tears and laughter, and the unpainted putty around the window…
We spend most of our lives apart. We live our days out going to work or sorting chores or household tasks at the weekend. We…
2019 was tough and glorious. Both not cancelling out the other, both requiring me to grow and develop the muscle and grit necessary for…
The Beach Boys are playing 'God Only Knows, as I type this in front of a fire that I hefted the coal for into my…
Right now freedom feels like a curse. On a bright, warm morning in late November Ho Chi Minh City, as I use google translate and…