Concha

Walking up the wide, polished red stairs, I shake silvery sand off my bare feet. Waves break on the seashore in the distance, music plays from the bar at Royal’s. The sun is shining from a bright blue sky and a smattering of coconut trees sway gently. The old house has never looked prettier.  Or more welcoming.

Cake

Memories of cake, my love for cake and the universal joy that is cake!! This is a story about rediscovering myself in the kitchen making cake this January.

Christmas: a grief story

Last Christmas, 2022, our spirits were battered and bruised from all the storms of the year gone by. It was our first time without close family and the Ex. The Child and I were devastated at how hollow and empty and silent it was. We had little to celebrate, and couldn’t bear to do anything, feasting…

Travels with my daughter

Travels with my only child taught me more about life than anything else. the best kind of trips happen with my daughter, now a young woman.