Welcome back to Intwined, where the threads of yesterday weave themselves into the stories of today, and where, sometimes, the past reaches forward and leaves a mark upon our hearts that time can never quite erase. There is something extraordinarily beautiful about researching your family tree. Something almost magical about reaching backwards through the centuries, … Continue reading The Skeletons in the Family Cupboard – When the Search for Our Ancestors Uncovers Truths That Break the Hearts of Those We Love.
My own history
Taking Up Space, Apologetically – When You Get Trapped Inside Your Own Head.
Sometimes the hardest place to escape from is your own head.I know that sounds dramatic.But there are days when I can take one tiny thought, something so insignificant that another person probably wouldn't even notice it, and somehow build an entire case against myself from it.A message feels slightly different.Someone seems quieter than usual.I remember … Continue reading Taking Up Space, Apologetically – When You Get Trapped Inside Your Own Head.
Dear Future Descendant… Somewhere Among the Sands of Saudi Arabia, a Piece of My Heart Will Always Remain.
Somewhere between the golden dunes and endless skies, there is a teenage girl still laughing with her dad, blissfully unaware that one day she would give anything to return. Dear Future Descendant,Welcome back to another little piece of my life.Today, I want to take you somewhere rather special.Somewhere far away from the green fields, winding … Continue reading Dear Future Descendant… Somewhere Among the Sands of Saudi Arabia, a Piece of My Heart Will Always Remain.
In Each Moment, We Are Different From the Moment Before.
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.
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.
