My father died ten years ago. Christmas has been a poignant time of year for me ever since. As distance means I can't put flowers on his grave, this story is my memorial to him. It's creative non-fiction, which means it's true, but I have been creative in places. He was a great teller of … Continue reading A Triptych in Memory of my Father
I’ve always had bad luck when I’ve tried to go out to celebrate New Year’s Eve. There was the year we got lost on the way to the party and spent a freezing cold night in a field. There was the year I got dumped by my boyfriend over the phone just as I was … Continue reading New Year’s Eve. No plans. The usual.