Bye bye black sheep
I recognise that most families are complex, strange entities that ride a roller coaster of life’s experiences. Most have a thin veneer of normality and cohesion. I also recognise that […]
Tag Archives: grief
Tales from the biscuit tin
Two years old sat on the beach in my new pale blue cardigan, lovingly hand-knitted by my Mum in preparation for our annual holiday to Bridlington in 1958. Bucket and […]
People on platforms
I thought I saw John on a train this morning, standing by the carriage door staring out at the ever-changing landscape as he sped his way to work. He was […]
small tales 