A poem unearthing the stories of the trees of Trelissick.
Running was exactly what I needed, but it wasn’t until I started putting one foot in front of the other that I realised just how much I needed it.
I wish I knew then what I know now. So, I'm going back in time, and giving myself this starter pack
A celebration of Our Patty... x
Perhaps it's time I owe you an explanation.
A reflection on friendships lost and insight gained.
I carry the ocean: a pocket full of sand.
Infertility Imposter Syndrome.
Crochet is easy; you just tie holes together with string. (As featured in Dear Damsels & The TTC Tribe)
Grief doesn't get lighter, you just learn to carry the load.