Inner Storms

There is a storm raging within me. Or rather, there is a whole weather system of storms, all of which are separate fragments of a greater whole. The members of my inner family are changing. I’m not sure if maturing is the correct description, but definitely changing –...

The Window

The moment I heard the news of my father’s death, my window opened. It was like opening a wood-framed window that had been closed through too many alternating wet and dry seasons, so that the wood of the frame had become warped and swollen. After the many years it had...

Road to Nowhere – conversations with Geoff

The main character of my first book, Road to Nowhere, who also remains central to the other two books of the Transitions series, is Geoff Foster. He was the first “person” of my inner writing family to emerge. One of the main contributions to the development of his...

Inside a Bipolar Superwoman Delusion

It was time for my Saturday morning writing club session, and that day’s exercise assigned by the group mentor was to listen to our minds, find the biggest question facing us now, then write whatever needed to be let out. As meditative music played in the background,...