find your voice & tell your story
Instagram. I love it, and yet sometimes I despair of it. I owe it so much (an audience, opportunities for work, connections, friendships, inspiration…) and yet over the years it’s taken a good deal from me: time (so much time!) spontaneity, and on bad days, confidence and creativity. This week, prompted by some questions from
Our house has a magnolia tree in its garden. I didn’t know it at first- we moved here in November, the garden cold and sleeping. One March morning, bleary-eyed, pulling up the kitchen blind, I discovered a cascade of delicate pink petals fluttering against a blue sky. I gave an involuntary gasp, my heart lifted
I’ve been thinking about why I write. Almost a decade after I started blogging, I find myself wondering why I still show up in this space and commit my words to the screen, sending them out into the ether. I suppose I’m guided by E.M. Forster’s ‘only connect’, and the hope that my words will
