You don't know me. You came to me because I knew you. You found comfort in my integrity, my white suit, my blue mask and latex gloves which concealed the nails I bite habitually. I saved you from heart-breaking situations: cancer, leukaemia, and necrosis. I've seen thousands of people like you in my lifetime. It's... Continue Reading →
After the Fire
I don't feel like I'm walking into a home, let alone my home. I try to keep my breathing steady, but I keep faltering. A month today. January still finds ways to prove it’s the bleakest month of the year. I feel like an intruder. The banner of a blue and white police tape surrounds... Continue Reading →
Biscuit Breaks 