My husband believes I am a hoarder. Down in the deepest, darkest depths of our garage, a tower of house-moving boxes have been lurking, yet to be unpacked...
I want to be the girl with the most cake
Through my 20s, I still believed in that future vision, that I could soar in my career and creative ventures, stilettos on, man at side, one child in my handbag …
Paper Snowflakes
As the cymbals crashed and the violins swooned, the girls twirled around in white Broderie Anglais dresses, spinning like ethereal wraiths in a momentary merry game. Some were mere girl-lings, …
Pagan happenings on every corner
The other night, I was driving my car - the only car on a long, winding road - high, jagged, ice-age rocks and dense clusters of towering pine trees behind …
The perils of an overactive imagination
Old Native American tribes believed that when you took a photo of someone, you stole their soul. I've always wondered, according to the belief, what happens to that soul - …
What’s in a name?
I had found my tribe amongst London’s club kids and show queens and other such tender renegade types. We all had fantabulous character names that we’d given ourselves, and no …
