
The novel I thought only I could write…
How I found my summer holiday read - and author twin - on the other side of an ocean and discovered that grief can connect two strangers in the most unexpected ways.
A love story about loss in life and literature by someone who has been there.

How I found my summer holiday read - and author twin - on the other side of an ocean and discovered that grief can connect two strangers in the most unexpected ways.

On the silence around baby loss, the stories that try to break it - from a BBC drama to my own novel - and why we still struggle to look directly in the eye of grief unless we're forced to.

March, memories and making meaning out of moving forward

A letter about baby loss, Mother’s Day, and surviving spring.

A Valentine to the love stories that end in grief, loss, and the liminal spaces between.

And it reminded me that art allows audiences - on screen and on the page - to witness grief, carry it, and be transformed by it.

From reflection to action: the gentle journey of starting anew.

On grief, gratitude and growth.

How to hold joy, grief, and hope this festive season...

As Wicked: For Good arrives in cinemas, why the title song has carried me through a decade of love, loss, and what lasts beyond goodbye.

How love, loss, and legacy can change us - for good.

Reflections on these Post Publication Weeks: reading, resting, and renewal

On ten years of grief, remembrance and the love that continues to shine

Autumn is Poppy's season, and this week is for all the babies we carry in our hearts. 🌸🍂

And the moment, eleven years later, I finally got to thank her in person... 💛

This week, as another thank you, I’m sharing my short story that was recently published in My Weekly - it's a tale of memory, belonging, and the places that hold us more tightly than we realise.

This week, I’m sharing something very close to my heart. After last week’s conversation with Giovanna Fletcher on her podcast, I’ve been utterly overwhelmed by the response - the hundreds of comments and messages, the stories you’ve shared, and the kindness you’ve shown. Many of you also have asked about the letter I read out, so I wanted to share it here, in the hope it can be passed on to anyone…

A novel, born of personal experience, that invites us to walk together through the hardest moments in life — and discover connection, community, and meaning on the other side. 💛

Because grief is messy, uneven, and doesn’t fit neatly into a list - and neither should our attempts to support those living through it.

Just under two weeks until publication, I’m sharing how Dorset’s wild coastline shaped Sofie’s story - and became the heartbeat of my novel.