Swimming in the rain

“Do you want to go for a swim in the rain?” flashed on to my phone screen. I was sitting at my desk, dry and cosy, listening to the constant dripping on my tin roof. The least sensible thing to do seemed to head outside to get wet. Yet it was also the thing that sent...

Silent-speak

Communication comes in many forms. It can come on the top of your morning chai. An apology from your barista expressed with a line of cinnamon. A symbol of peace spoken without words. A mutual understanding that needed no nod. It comes in colour. Gothic black....

Between the words

I’ve always loved words; I’m a writer, how can I not? The dictionary and thesaurus are two of my best buddies, taking up sacred space on my desk. I get a thrill from massaging what are essentially strings of sound into meaning that connects people; helping...

My place or yours?

I used to spend a lot of time in other people’s heads. Usually they were boyfriends, work colleagues, close family or friends; sometimes they were acquaintances or even strangers I’d only met once. Mostly, I went in there because I wanted to know what they...

A sacred place just for us

Please, please, open the door, I pleaded, experiencing my first ever panic attack as my best friend remained locked away in the bathroom with my precious diary. I was just 16 years old and already planning the suicide letter I’d leave my parents. If he read my...

How honest are our conversations?

Spend a day asking people how they are and you’ll probably be able to count the responses on your one hand: good, busy, well, ok and fine. Personally, I’m a third generation I’m fine’ girl. Once when I mentioned to a friend that my grandmother...

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