Death, loss of memory, something that starts to bubble up inside: this is how one becomes a writer.
All in reflections
The Old in the New
An upcycled object echoes the writing process.
Isolation and togetherness
Today a general lockdown was imposed in the UK. This is where I will spend most of my working hours, thinking how we are both isolated and together.
Tangled emotions
How an old aunt crocheted violently to give vent to unexpressed feelings. She was short, black-clad, with her face and neck the leathery texture of tortoise skin, and had the indeterminate age of “ancient” in my childhood eyes.