Jeni Whitchurch
As I lie in bed next to my daughter, I am pondering my recent writer’s block. I don’t have anything worth saying. I overthink it. I don’t have enough time for it. Why did I ever think I should do this? I have zero imagination. Etcetera, etcetera. I am reminded of Anne Lamott’s description of…
We have moved, and I’m tired. I want to reconnect with you all and my writing but I just can’t be bothered. So I’m telling you this in order to get myself going. There’s so much I could write about regarding the last couple of months. But for today, I’m going to share a poem…
Today is my dad’s birthday. Due to moving I have been looking at photos and memorabilia after emptying our loft at the weekend. Dad has been on my mind a lot. I have come to realise that one of the aspects of moving that is emotionally draining is that you are confronted with your entire…
