Square Peggy

I'm trying to write a post that feels like it needs to be written, but nothing I write feels quite right. Usually when I don't quite...

This night a year ago was the last night I spent in my own bed for nearly eight long months. I was trapped, terrified and almost hopeless. T...

A year ago I was a good way along a treacherous path, with the danger increasing daily. I was terrified on that path in that dark place but ...

Whistles and shrill squeals awaken the evening air as the swifts soar and arc across the sky in their infinite playground of freedom. They h...

For the past couple of weeks I have had three or four pending blog posts floating about in my head, logically resulting in no blog posts act...

Most people who know me will by now have some sort of idea that my mental health has been taking a bit of a battering recently. It's not...