Any other weekend, I’d be out and about. But not this weekend. Not this week. Not this month. And not for the foreseeable.
Talking is a hugely important part of normalising discussions surrounding mental health, breaking down barriers and making change possible. But there is so much more to be done.
Love isn't all fanfares and flowers, or fantasies and fancy dates.
I am posting this the morning after the 2019 General Election. For many, now is not a very celebratory time; however, here's a poem I wrote about exactly that. Celebration.
One of my favourite things to discover is the origin of a word or phrase we use every day.
This month I had the absolute joy of being invited to run two workshops for the Mayflower Young Writers on how to write theatre reviews.
Autumn has well and truly arrived. The rain has been almost relentless over the last week, the skies are perpetually grey, and all of a sudden the pavements are darker and damper and coated in leaves.
This month, I was back in the studio at BBC Radio Solent to celebrate autumn through poetry.
I apologise too much. It's not a good thing – but I still maintain that I'd rather be sorry than not.
It's hard to keep positive when you feel like you're 'failing', and supposed successes surround you at every swipe.