“Do you remember that party you had?” Pete asks, not looking at her. She was living in a shared house with some friends from college, even though she’d dropped…
David’s life was ruined. Her name was Edie. She blazed into the shop, a burning-white ball of honesty, to find him waiting: a twenty-six year old balding man…
I used to be fun And so carefree This isn’t me This isn’t me I used to be fun says the voice in my head But that was…
Originally published in issue 2 of I Hope You Like Feminist Rants The pain was transformative: the contractions, each one folding my body and mind in half with its…
I had a super exciting day today. I met up with a fabulous young model called Ellie Martin and we had a fun hour and a half hanging…
We scooted down to London this weekend to see the Tom Lewis exhibition, which is amazing. If you don’t know anything about Tom’s work, you’re in for a treat and…
Your Loving Arms (Published in Phoenix Magazine) “So, you don’t believe in anything?” She rolls over, pushes herself up on one elbow and applies that look that means…
Some of you may be aware that there’s something rather exciting happening in my life very soon. I’m marrying my partner in crime, life and love, Edward. Organising…
(Nibfest Write-a-thon 2014: Special Mention Awarded) Renaissance It was a bright day in May and the clocks were striking twelve. I stood beneath a large oak, sheltering from…
