The pain, the waiting and the fear
I thought the storm had taken it with it. For a brief, fragile window, the…
The storm and the calm
Storm Goretti hit on Thursday with a violence we were warned not to underestimate—100-mile-an-hour winds,…
The family we deserved – and the one we built anyway
Sometimes I find myself so hung up on Joel’s past with Lisa. Not because he…
2025: The year we claimed – together
We said it would be our year….We didn’t shout it. We didn’t make a show…
A Christmas full of love
Christmas Eve was honestly magical. We spent it as a proper combined family — me,…
Ink, laughter and a cough
Today was Joel’s birthday. He stayed with me last night like he usually does on…
The week I feel through the floorboards
I wish I could say things improved after last week’s wobble — that the air…
Salt in old wounds, light in new rooms
Gravethorn has been restless this week. The halls have felt heavier, the lamps dimmer, like…
A Week of Unravelling
It didn’t happen in one night. It was a slow bleed. A quiet erosion. A…
A Hard Rock Holiday
This summer has thrown me one of those rare, magical scheduling miracles. Matilda is away…