At this precise time, on this precise day, four years ago, I was drugged. The scene: the South of France. The scenario: a birthday party...

October 3rd There will be 13 weeks left in the year. 13 opportunities to start again. 13 mondays to make magic happen. 13 is my favourite...

1808 I was born to write. But somewhere along the way I convinced myself I wasn't a writer. My dad used to read me the newspaper as a...

6th September 2022 Breathe. August was a mess. A hot, sweaty, uncomfortable mess. Just about everything in my life was tossed into a...

31st July 2022 What a week. I'm exhausted, in a good way. Someone asked me on twitter how it went, my response: exhausting but...

An open letter to Mr President Joe Biden 31st August 2021 Dear Mr. Biden, You don’t know me. You probably never will. But my name is...

some days are tougher than others. I feel so close to giving up. So close. Precariously dangling over the edge. And it might not even be...

it's okay not to be okay. I like to write. I find it comforting, soothing. But not always, often it can be painful. And recently, it has...

I’m not even sure how to begin this post. So I’ll do what I do best, tell a long winded story that doesn’t exactly go anywhere. But...