I’ve bitten the bullet and have decided to also serialise Damage here. As well as designing a cover* (thank you Canva!) before loading up the first installment, I was also forced to think about the story I was telling. What on earth is it about? What is it that I have to say? Why would anyone care?…

My mother, so I’m led to believe, met my father on the rebound. Unfortunately, I am unable to replace this belief with certainty because my mother refuses to talk about that time, other than scatter a few crumbs of information in front of my sisters and I as if she were feeding the birds. I…

After a particular gruelling and disappointing Christmas Day (from an emotional fulfillment perspective), I have decided to attempt to write my memoir, not least because my own daughter needs a history lesson. This memoir may end up taking the form of a semi-autobiographical novel, mainly because some details may be hard to come by. And…