‘Art cannot change the world, but it can contribute to changing the consciousness and drives of the men and women who could change the world’. – Herbert Marcuse, The Aesthetic Dimension: Toward A Critique Of Marxist Aesthetic. Who dares to feel hope nowadays? In an era defined by climate disaster, Covid 19, and the rise […]Read More How Art can give us hope in the dying days of the anthropocene
What I am learning about ageing as I am getting older “I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.” The Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison. A weird thing started happening to me a few years ago, I started to become invisible. It wasn’t everywhere or all of the time – in the private […]Read More Becoming the invisible woman
I’ve been to a hell of a lot of live gigs since my first at the age of fifteen – everything from intimate folk sets, pop bangers in glitzy nightclubs, unknown bands in back rooms to ankle-deep-in-mud festival headliners. Many will stay with me, like when I had tinnitus for a whole week after being […]Read More Where were you? – My Most Memorable Festival Set.
This piece was written for and published in The Everyday Magazine in April 2020, during that brief window at the start of the global pandemic when some of us thought maybe, just maybe, Covid 19, as well as disaster, could bring about major positive world change. A return of community cohesion; using technology to aid, […]Read More Does The Pandemic Mean the Death of Individualism?: Community in A Crisis
The challenges adults and children face eating out if they have sensory processing issues. My recent blog piece for Open Table UK explains what sensory processing disorder is, the barriers it can create to eating out, and what some restaurants are doing to help make dining out accessible to all. https://blog.opentable.co.uk/dining-out-sensory-processing-disorder/.Read More Too loud, too bright, too tasty!
(Being grateful in 2020) Published for The Everyday Magazine in December 2020. Maybe I am a masochist, because the invitation to write a piece about what I am grateful for, in this year of all years, was too good an opportunity to pass up. You don’t need me to tell you that 2020 has been […]Read More Fail we may, sail we must.
A poem for daughters, for girls, written during a week when women have been on my mind. Her godmother calls her a fairy. True, she is otherworldly, Creative, playful, a glimpse of colour through the trees, Cradling her water warbler in her hands, skipping to the woods on the edge of the estate after school, […]Read More Her godmother calls her a fairy
 Conversations. “You’re not very good at this, are you?” Kim looks up from stacking the dishwasher to see Jay considering her from where he is sitting at the kitchen table, glass of wine at his side, rolling another cigarette. He has a long, thin body, long, thin hands, deep, calm, hooded eyes; all of […]Read More Home Work
There is one day of the year that is meant to fit the marmite cliché perfectly; Valentine’s Day. We are apparently meant to be either firmly in the love-it camp or the hate-it camp. Very few are meant to be indifferent to it. For most of my adult life I have been mostly indifferent to […]Read More Saving St Valentine
Originally published in The Everyday Magazine. If you are in the UK you can’t have missed the media uproar over the free school meals packages given out to parents homeschooling their children this week. I am one of these parents and I have a few things to say. Not just about the (sadly expected) mishandling […]Read More Food parcels first – Why the way the government treats its poor is bad news for everyone