Keep looking for the helpers.

It is usually when things are at their worst that I need to write the most. At the moment, though, with all the awfulness going on in the world, I haven’t known what to say – and, rightly or wrongly, I took a step back, retreated into work and fiction where it feels safe and … Continue reading Keep looking for the helpers.

Not migrants, people – just like you and me.

I want to write about Freya’s second birthday; about the fun we had and the love that wrapped around her like a soft blanket as all four of her grandparents came together to celebrate with us. And I will. Soon. But something has been blocking me. These words: "There but for the grace of God go … Continue reading Not migrants, people – just like you and me.