Walking each other home

                                  ‘We’re all just walking each other home.’ This…

Lianne, three years on

Do not stand at my grave and weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye ‘Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I…

Lianne, two years on

      Dearest Lianne, 1. It’s been two years since you died. Two fucking years. It feels like a lifetime. It feels like a…

Missing you

Dearest Lianne, You died a year ago today. It doesn’t feel like a year. Sometimes it feels like yesterday the grief as fresh and savage as…

Observations on grief

I wrote these scattered thoughts over the last six months. It’s not a real post. There aren’t any grand conclusions. But this was how I…

2012: the rollercoaster year that was

2012 has been a real rollercoaster year. It contained the most magnificient high as I said ‘I do’ and married the love of my life…

Book review: The Fault in our Stars by John Green

Reading a book about teenagers with a terminal illness who meet in a cancer support group is not recommended the week after your best friend…