Woke? I’ve barely slept, mate.

I have fantasised about being a writer for so long; but when I wanted to postpone university to focus on writing, my Nana told me to go and do some living, get something to write about. At that point, my cryptic A level poetry was about surviving rape (Nana had no idea) and experimenting withContinue reading “Woke? I’ve barely slept, mate.”

Pregnant after Loss & Moving to Manchester

As the toddler sleeps solidly in the next room, I remember that this time two years ago, I wasn’t sure I would ever become a proper Mum, one with a baby heavy in her arms instead of just her heart. But I made it to 38weeks and Alba arrived safely after years of grief andContinue reading “Pregnant after Loss & Moving to Manchester”