Addiction is not a choice

I’m reading the most beautiful book by Giles Paley-Phillips. It’s called One Hundred and Fifty-two days and it’s just about the most beautiful thing I have ever read. Giles is a children’s author but I wasn’t familiar with his books. Instead I came across him on twitter as he often tweets about positivity and mentalContinue reading “Addiction is not a choice”

Not Dad too. Not my dad.

So today is the first anniversary of the UK’s lockdown and a day to reflect and remember all we have lost to COVID-19. And of course, all I can think about is my truly wonderful Dad. The man whose voice I hear in my head a thousand times every day, whose dressing gown I wrapContinue reading “Not Dad too. Not my dad.”

Moving forward

I write about death and speak about it far more than I ever imagined I would. And yet, I still consider myself upbeat and positive. I still love nothing more than being sarcastic and a bit daft (ask my kids!). Because while being bereaved has certainly changed my life, it has not changed who IContinue reading “Moving forward”

How writing helped me come to terms with my brother’s death

I always hoped that I would one day find the time to write a book. In the same way I wistfully day-dream I’ll retire by the sea and spend lazy days walking a dog up and down a beach. And I don’t even have a dog! Yet, here I am, an author. Part of thatContinue reading “How writing helped me come to terms with my brother’s death”