Rendered dreams

I love the way in which street art democratises creative expression. Sometimes. Not always. But often enough to help create…

Angry Birds

As a little girl, I remember playing a game, Nature Trail that had arrived as a gift from England. It…

Some mornings all the things are absolute professionals at doing their thing, me included! This morning, for example: the frost…

My great-great uncle Donald used to bake bread. Pretty good bread. He took out ribbons at agricultural shows round Silsden.…

Sometimes it does what it says on the box…othertimes not so much. On Saturday I was completely seduced by the…

There’s a particular type of tiredness that comes with making decisions about what to keep and what to throw out.…

It’s coming on (no, not Christmas) but bedtime. And the prompt asks me to write about a ship or other…

The stars twinkle on the inside – you find them on the vast domed ceilings as your eyes raise, your…

Words are our imperfect tools. When we are trying to find new ways of being in the world, we seek…

Here’s one of the things about living with privilege. I have a linoprint cut I did in primary school. [I…