Childhood – Middle-Aged Warrior

Up and Away: Losing my Son to Teenagehood

My boy is growing up, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

‘Darling Anne’: Letter from my Grandfather to my Grandmother 1936 – 1947

I inherited a suitcase stuffed full with letters. They are between by grandmother and grandfather spanning the War years and beyond.

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‘I’ll never set foot in a church, not even for my daughter’s wedding.’ My Grandmother Anne: Atheist and Communist.

A tribute to my grandmother: a confirmed atheist, she was fascinated with Cold War Russia and Communism. Discovering the letters she exchanged with my grandmother from 1937 and beyond has been a delight. #DarlingAnne

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‘One Dead Eye’: My Giant Tear Detached Retinas and Me

It was a Wednesday afternoon, I was six. I had just got back from school when Christopher Stone (his real name) shot me in the eye with an arrow.