I wander the boundaries of my life with eyes wide open, my owl-ears always listening for the stories that call to me from the undergrowth.
I pay attention, always trying to understand, always trying to make sense of what has been shown to me.
I search for the lines and then go in search of what lies between them.
Within this liminal place the stories of ordinary people lie and when ordinary people are witnessed with gentle curiosity, something extraordinary happens.
At heart I am a storyteller and a poet, but mostly I seek to make sense of the world behind my eyes.
I use words and thread. Pencil and needle. Paper and fabric.
Most of what I write about is the very ordinary and its beauty; grace and second chances are always finding a way to sneak into my stories.
Also, I am teaching myself how to say the things that those who lived before me were unable to say.
Themes that I frequently explore are grace, second chances, and motherhood, but also, domestic violence, bullying, and how to keep breathing when fear has you by the throat.
My work is always an ongoing conversation with myself.