The Opposite of Radiant

The Opposite of Radiant

I was thirty-five when I realised that my face was ageing. I was playing with my then three-year-old niece, chasing her around the kitchen, scooping her up in my arms and pretending to drop her in the sink. It’s a little game we played regularly. I’m not sure how or...
Running to cope with grief

Running to cope with grief

It’s been a while since my last post. I’ve taken some time off after the death of my friend earlier in the year. It has been a very sad and difficult time, but I am getting back to writing. I’ve started with a piece for Stylist about how running is...
18 FOR 2018

18 FOR 2018

ADMITTEDLY, I’m a bit late to the party with this. The 18 For 2018 idea has been doing the rounds in the blogging community, and I’ve been so busy reading other people’s plans for the year, that I’ve not really thought about my own. The 18 FOR...
My Open University journey

My Open University journey

On Thursday I handed in my final project for my degree in English literature. It marks the end of six years of part-time study with the Open University. It began back in 2010, with a module called Approaching Literature. I was starting my English teacher training the...