Better late than never

In those final days by Laura Besley it was my ex-husband who cared for me. I like to think he did it for the children’s sake and not for some sort of praise or morbid fascination. (In our final day…

and so it begins

A Flash Fiction by Jan Kaneen

As readers of my last blog might remember I’ve been writing a Flash Manifesto (womanifesto? proclamation? pronouncement?) Nah manifesto will have to do. I’ve been doing this because I&#…

ALT: She-Ra Psychic Mind Reading Expression

This is all new then. I’m in York for the first time as part of my PhD studies. I came up on Wednesday and am leaving this evening (Friday). I have been to York before as a tourist but this i…

Above is a montage or mosaic of photos that seen together illustrate the story of what I’ve been up to this month. The first photo shows the chickens! Yes, we’ve three rehomed chickens.…

Six weeks ago, I watched a documentary on YouTube about veggies grown in medieval times that, despite easily self-seeding, outgrowing weeds and having mostly better nutritional value than modern-da…

I love liminal spaces – marshes, tidelines, fens, doorways, veils, wishing wells – anywhere where one state of being merges into another. I like to call New Year’s Day, doorway da…

It’s been a weird year of ups and downs in these strange, unsettled and often dark times. Watching the news has been hard to stomach sometimes and writing about what’s going on, either …