Personal Essays

Weathering the storms

I made my coffee in the semi-dark this morning—reluctant to wake my marshmallow brain with artificial light. I misjudged the dosage and now I’m sitting…

Nov 24 •

I'll wait until you're dead

It’s the end of June and perfect seaside weather. I’m walking along the seafront with my parents and my father’s dog, trying to balance their competing…

Oct 27 •

I think you're saying "Beckenham"

— Finding a voice in a noisy world.

Sep 23 •

Trying to prove my love in log piles and aching limbs

Feb 18 •

A journey from London to Shropshire to New Zealand—to unearth how my reality has been shaped by my family's history.

Feb 4 •

He sucks the spines outta cows

How exploring an old family story left me teetering between different realties

Jan 14 •

I found my school bully online

and unearthed another 30 year-old memory I'd rather forget

Dec 10, 2023 •

Memories from sleep-deprived nights on the edge of an island

Nov 26, 2023 •

Why didn't she go to the police?

A very personal view on why women might not report shit to the police.

Sep 24, 2023 •

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