As 2023 begins, as does the year in which I turn 29. I have been writing 'Age ___' posts since an Age 20 piece, written in a pit of...

June to September are the months I yearn for as every year closes and begins. They are my summer months. The months I have painted with...

My choice to visit you was one of bravery. Although I did not realise this until I had passed the grazing cows and your expanse lay...

I am brave. I imagined this but never believed it possible. The need for money, security, was too keen. It felt like life was nothing but...

Spring is the season of labour. These are the months we give birth to ourselves again. It isn't beautiful. For some it may be a miracle....

To the bees living in my chimney, I always mention you whenever I write about spring, summer and the arrival of a cold winter snap. I...