An open letter to my Midwife who told me it would "just be like a heavy period".
With the frozen embryo transfer complete it was time to face the dreaded Two Week Wait...
After The Great Pause of the Coronavirus Pandemic, we finally got a call to return to the fertility clinic...
A poem unearthing the stories of the trees of Trelissick.
A celebration of Our Patty... x
Grief doesn't get lighter, you just learn to carry the load.
When talking is too painful, sometimes we reach out in the only way we can.
A celebration of Our Shiela... x
No matter what else I try and do, I always end up being a writer.
A poem that isn't about Brexit.