The Bunker Girls

The nights are hard, but the nights before big days are hardest. Tonight I have put a child to bed excited to dream her last dreams as a se...

I spend a great deal of my day concentrating on what I have: my health, healthy children, a safe house and a degree of security. However th...

Over the course of the Christmas break Lucy Penman, a wonderful friend of mine, wrote an incredibly touching newspaper column (see below) in...

My imagination has served me well over this past year.  I imagine to escape, to push my sadness to happy. Rarely this year ...

Take a breath, take a deep breath, we are almost at eleven months and fast approaching the first anniversary of the day Keith died. My ang...

I feel sick. I feel sick at the end of every day now, my digestive system battered by stress, my body the victim of unwanted change. There a...