The Writing Cure

Some years ago I sailed to Fiji with my husband. After sixteen days at sea, we arrived in yachting heaven, stocked up our provisions at the markets in Nadi and then spent three weeks exploring the inner and outer islands, perfect dots of paradise in perfect coral...

The Imperfection of Being

These images dropped into my life this week in that serendipitous way that sometimes happens when we’re searching for something—or being led somewhere—but don’t actually know we are. The bent pine trees are part of the Crooked Forest, a strange stand of nearly four...

Rose Petal Jam

On my last visit to Poland, I learned how to make Rose Petal Jam. I was holidaying with my husband’s family on the edge of a lake close to the Lithuanian and Russian borders, not far from the tiny village of Lajs. This is me sitting outside on a warm July morning,...

Creativity & Madness

Vincent cut off his ear, Ernest put a gun to his head, Sylvia used a gas oven. Does creativity always sit close to psychoses? Last week I finished a long term writing project. The final full-stop. The final edit. The neat, white stack of printed pages sitting beside...

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