the beautiful mess of her

On Friday a piece from daysofhilda was published in the big paper, on-line, not the hard copy. The piece was read by someone who invited me onto her radio programme to talk grief for a couple of minutes. Talking grief is something I can do. This was never meant to be a grief blog, but…

hot values and flat feet

Three things a cyclist need; a bike, hills, and her knees. I still have my knees but they are taped and can’t I bend my legs properly, so no cycling. I walk up and down the stairs like I should be saying, fee, fi, f,o fum. And my feet are taped, too. Taped to make…