Barra, Arwen, Evert, Christoph, Francis, Bella, Aden; these are just some of the storms that have caused millions of pounds worth of damage to property, severe disruption to businesses, destruction of wildlife habitat not to mention loss of life in the last three years.
The majority of female statues that I see are in formal gardens and they’re semi-naked. All long hair, alabaster bosoms and pert bottoms.
A phoenix from the ashes of despair. An ugly duckling that became a swan. What is initially unappealing and unpromising has the potential to become beautiful and admirable in maturity. There is hope for us all.
Stay on the path and don’t talk to strangers is the advice from little Red Riding Hood’s mother as she sends her off on another elder care errand, a little basket of cakes dangling from her arm.
From an early age I’d always wanted to make a quilt. Some kind of childhood fantasy about stitching around an open fire, making a beautiful heirloom from treasured scraps of clothing. You only have to think about Red Riding Hood’s grandmother tucked up under the covers, or Goldilocks examining the beds in the bears’ houseContinue reading “The Surrendered Wife”
When I was a child, I would read fairy tales late into the night by the light on the landing outside my bedroom (unless I was caught that is…). I despised the insipid heroines waiting patiently for rescue instead identifying with those who used their skills to rescue their brothers or cursed princes by weavingContinue reading “Some day my prince will come”