Blog Posts

  • The little Indian woman

    “We don’t eat wog food,” Rachel’s mother spat. “You should know better than to bring that poisoned rubbish into this house!” For years Rachel had watched the…

  • Coming home

    Coming home

    I watch you watching her. This young mother flying with three young children, has your full attention. I can’t tell if it’s because of the…

  • Ketamine and relapse – the journey through PTSD continues

    Ketamine and relapse – the journey through PTSD continues

    TRIGGER WARNING: sexual assault and suicide themes I think of it as a part of me wandering off.   My doctor calls it a breakdown.   My…

  • The Wave

    Both the towel and I spread clumsily across the sand, I sat for as long as I could stand to feel the sun searing my…