Tears Dry on Their Own

How loss, love, and time quietly teach us what youth never could There is a particular arrogance that comes with being healthy.I recognise it now because I once lived inside it. When the body works, we assume it always will. We walk fast, plan long, complain about small inconveniences, and behave like life has quietly … Continue reading Tears Dry on Their Own

But My Smile Still Stays On

On learning bravery before understanding loss I’m telling this story now as an adult.But the boy inside it was ten. At ten, I believed walls had feelings.Not because they spoke, but because they noticed. Especially the wall in the rented house we moved into after Mummy died. It wasn’t her house, and yet, for a … Continue reading But My Smile Still Stays On