Dear Blacksmith

- previously "Swimming through Clouds" - Reflections following the death of my beloved Blacksmith Paul who died in March 2016, eight months into our relationship. The full story is available in the book, Dear Blacksmith.

Monday, 10 December 2018

The ghost of Christmas Past

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The ghost moves in without me noticing at first. Why would I? Ghosts are invisible after all. But still, I feel it, though the children do...
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Tuesday, 13 November 2018

The end of grief?

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It is two years, eight months and three days since my love, Blacksmith Paul, died. A strange day to note, you may think, but it’s b...
Monday, 1 October 2018

Swimming through clouds

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At four years old, I won the Sheffield Water Babies cup. Though some memories are embellished by other family members' narrative...
Sunday, 5 August 2018

Grief has long tail feathers

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Last weekend I ran the first writing retreat in the property that I've renovated in Bridlington. On the Saturday afternoon I sent th...
Sunday, 10 June 2018

In between again

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I have a theory. I doubt it's new but still, it's mine. That there's some kind of boundary separating this world from another. ...
Saturday, 10 March 2018

Two years ago my love died

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Two years ago my love suddenly died. You probably know the story by now. He felt rough at work. He went home and spoke to his mum. He told...
Tuesday, 20 February 2018

It's coming around again

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I don't understand it and I can't explain it, how somehow the mind and the body seem to store up memories like a hard drive, how t...
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