A trip of infinite sadness and regret

I've been sorting through index cards, rogue pieces of paper and old photos because I'm moving. Moving out of the city, and returning to the trees and all of the secrets they're waiting to tell me. They've been calling me for a while, and it's time. I've become weary of city living over the last couple … Continue reading A trip of infinite sadness and regret

My summer of love

Earlier in the week, someone asked me what I've been up to. 'Reading, writing, stuff ...' But mainly reading and writing, hanging out with my sister and my nephews, working, planning, walking and dreaming. It's true - I'm an abject failure of a social butterfly, although I did actually go OUT Friday night to the opening … Continue reading My summer of love

The man who stole my heart

The man who stole my heart I've met, loved and lost some incredibly beautiful people in my life; something that goes with the territory of having a terminal illness. But that's the map of life. You love and you lose. You fall down and you get up again. Not long ago, I met a friend's … Continue reading The man who stole my heart