Where do you stand on poetry? Love it, loathe it, or not really fussed?

I met a friend today, to have a walk in the sunshine and grab a take-out coffee and pretend for a short moment that all was right and normal

Mothers always make things right, don't they? I cannot do this though, I have no answers and no way to make everything okay.

I am struggling with all of the noise, the relentless headlines & those with loud voices who seldom appear to have any humility...

What started with a simple object in a ten minute writing exercise, grew into the outline of a character in my head. Her name was Doris.

As a writer, I spend a lot of time in contemplation - sometimes if I am honest, it tips from contemplation into overthinking.

As we stand on the verge of another year, one we all hope brings some positive outcomes, I find myself turning to my writing again.

This week, I dug out a blog post that I wrote about my Dad a couple of year's ago. He's been on my mind a lot recently. Memories of him a...

This post was written two years ago but I was reminded of it today when reading a tweet about well-being and the true meaning of Christma...

I looked at myself in the mirror with the overwhelming question of ‘how old do you think you are?’

What season would you chose as your favourite? Do you feel an affinity with any particular time of the year?