I’m an artist and a writer who loves writing, loves words - but wriggles, writhes, sweats and rebels when it comes to writing my own bio(graphy)…

Maybe it was the heady cocktail of pineapple and coconut swirling in my head, or the sharpness of yellow set against the greying crags of the cliff…

Someone asked me recently: ‘how do you manage to be so energetic and joyful ALL the time?! Your pace is bonkers!’…

Wasn’t allowed a Barbie doll as a child. Unashamed loud, proud cheerleader & lover of pink as an adult 💕

Children, by their nature, are open, mystical little beings. Not yet conditioned out of or cognisant of the need to weigh up the validity of believing or not believing, but instead always open…

It’s a bright March day and I’m casting back thoughts to the leaf-strewn Autumn of 2021 - remembering the weekend my son saw his Dad (a seafarer) for the first time in 4 months….

When I was a little girl, I developed a secret method – a game –  which helped me to ‘dismantle’ scary people…

Really, I just want to wear the same slippers forever and never have to re-pot plants or buy new pants…

I'm waiting at the checkout. I’m not wearing any pants. It’s not that I’m trying to be erotic - I just need some eggs…

Recipe:

3 suns, separated from sky

6 spoonfuls of fog

a glug of wet, a pinch of dry

a scattering of hail - sieved…

-3 degrees. Outside air temperature. I’m dressed in more layers than a puff pastry pie and my insides still feel frozen…