Who am I now?

I remember when I was very young, all the girls in my class wanted to be called Jessica. Goodness knows why, or which Jessica inspired the trend – I was never trendy, and so far outside anything resembling ‘popular’ that I’d no clue the heritage of the craze – but I allowed myself to be…

Read me…

Read me… The silent plea of every writer who puts words to page, whether in ink or pixels. Read me… I wasn’t going to write, or, rather, I intended to write something else, then found myself distracted by the idea put forth that all of us here, write to be read. Yes, to an extent we…