Writing our way to recovery

Today, while cycling through Hackney, I had a wave of joy at a recent achievement. I think it’s called happiness. Not just the fulfilment of a personal pleasure – finishing a short story, or novel, even; getting through the day without losing my temper at my two children! – but the recognition that that personal pleasure will also…

The Fog and the Sea

Yesterday it was my birthday and also the publication day for an essay I’ve written about my father’s struggle with alcohol. You can read it here: https://granta.com/the-fog-and-the-sea/ Granta actually had a different piece of mine, which they were due to publish, when I sent the editor, Luke Neima, this piece. He liked them equally, but couldn’t…

Writing Motherhood  

Yesterday I took part in one of Writing Motherhood’s final events, the brainchild of author and poet, Carolyn Jess-Cooke. Over the past year this Arts Council series has been touring at various writing centres and festivals across the country, offering inspiration to women and mothers who write, and who recognise that creativity is a necessary part…

A good life

Sometimes I’m sure that my cat thanks me. He is so dark that when he’s in shadow, all I can see are his eyes, and I know from the way he looks at me, then rests his eyelids, that he is thanking me for the life he now has. He was a stud cat for…

What is love?

Recently, I’ve been thinking about love. My husband and I went to a wedding. ‘One of the last of the original,’ I said at the reception after a little too much champagne. ‘Next it will be second marriages.’ But the April sun shone down on us with its spring promise. We settled in our pew,…