A shot of some seedlings in pots taken from above

A garden of one’s own

I love my parents’ garden. Until recently, it was always ‘our garden’: the garden I first met aged two, and the one I still pine for when things get tough. There’s nothing like going Home (with a capital H - where the roots are) and sitting in the lush green space my mum and dad … Continue reading A garden of one’s own

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Me, Myself and Instagram

I've become somewhat of a social media addict. I'm not sure if it's been exacerbated by the last year of lockdowns and deprivation of human contact, but that there is my confession. So when my lovely friend Bronwen asked me to write an essay on the theme of Vanity for her passion project,  Artemis, I knew I had to address this issue, and perhaps even tackle it head on.