He Loved the Headlights

Sometimes stories come to me from the strangest of places – the back of my retinal screening van, for one! How unassuming the moment of Sudden Story. It began with frustration, because the lady had driven to her appointment and so wouldn’t be able to have the drops which would dilate her pupils, so in…

Beach Art and Benefaction

You’re over the threshold, but don’t get settled in just yet; I’ve got some thinking for you to do. I need you to open the doors of memory and wander back down the pathways of your mind to a point when you were a small child – maybe six or seven – and magic was…

On Isolation and Infertility

It could be argued that I choose this – this painful, screaming label which keeps me so separate – because there is always the ongoing choice I make to stay with the man I married and to honour our wedding vows, because damnit, I just can’t stop loving him, in spite of how much more…