I have been thinking about time lately.Not time in the big, dramatic sense.Not years, decades, birthdays or anniversaries.Just moments.Those tiny pieces of time that pass so quickly we barely notice them.Because I think there is something rather extraordinary about a moment.We enter every single one as a slightly different person from the one who existed … Continue reading In Each Moment, We Are Different From the Moment Before.
Documenting my own life and thoughts
Love, the Way Our Mum Taught It.
Our mum did not simply raise three daughters, she grew us. She tended us like a careful gardener with fierce devotion in her bones and gentleness in her hands. She loved us not in halves or portions, but in great, sweeping tides that wrapped around our childhood and carried us safely forward.She has always been … Continue reading Love, the Way Our Mum Taught It.
A Love That Started Before Words
There is a quiet magic in being born alongside another heartbeat. From the very beginning, life arrives shared, never solitary. To be a twin is to enter the world already held in companionship, already familiar with love before it ever needs a name.Before memory, before language, there is closeness. Someone breathed beside you, moved with … Continue reading A Love That Started Before Words
A Brain That Dances Out of Step
There are days when I feel as though my mind was assembled with different instructions than everyone else’s. As if somewhere along the way, I missed a quiet memo about how thoughts are supposed to line up neatly, wait their turn, and exit the mouth only after being fully introduced. Mine do not wait. They … Continue reading A Brain That Dances Out of Step
Watching the World Lean Toward Fire.
Once upon a not so distant time, England and America moved through history like old lovers who knew each other’s steps by heart. We were not perfect, never gentle all the time, but when the night grew long and the world trembled, we reached for one another without question. There was comfort in that closeness, … Continue reading Watching the World Lean Toward Fire.
Unarmored.
I feel the world before it speaks,a shift in tone, a passing glance,the way a room inhales too sharplyor joy arrives without advance.My skin is thinner than most days allow,words land heavy, even kind ones do.I hear the things you didn’t mean to sayand carry them longer than you knew.I love in floods, not careful … Continue reading Unarmored.
Life Measured in Love, Not Milestones.
2025 was not a year of milestones or glossy triumphs. It was a year of endurance. A year where simply getting through the day felt like an act of quiet rebellion.Mentally, physically, emotionally, this year asked everything of me and often gave very little back. Living with autoimmune disease is like sharing your body with … Continue reading Life Measured in Love, Not Milestones.
