Horncastle, gone, but not forgotten…
Leigh: ‘Sorry to bother you but are you Tara Nash daughter of Penny Nash. Apologies for asking’ Tara: ‘Yes, that’s right. Did you know her?’ I…
Leigh: ‘Sorry to bother you but are you Tara Nash daughter of Penny Nash. Apologies for asking’ Tara: ‘Yes, that’s right. Did you know her?’ I…
My Father, Peter John Nash was born in Reading, the same town as my Mother. His parents met in Germany at the end of World War…
It was 1969 and my Mother was still living in Toronto, Canada and working as an air hostess, but that summer, she decided to jet back…
Kundalini Yoga is quite simply, very different from Hatha Vinyasa Yoga. After my first class I felt weird being in my spandex, because Kundalini can be…
This was the table I grew up with, this was the table we sat around as a happy and complete family. It was wooden, a light…
My Mum had recently reversed her car into Becky – our elderly Labrador – and she died on the spot. My soon to be ex stepfather…
Finding the extraordinary in the ordinary – writing about a moment in my morning. I am on my third kettle in 3 years. It’s the…
My writings have taken a looong sabbatical. My life grew in unexpected ways. I think life was just getting a little too easy, I needed some…
Believing the end of the world is nigh is deep in the thoughts of every generation: The Rolling stones busted out ‘Gimme Shelter’in the 60’s; Elvis…
It was during Paris fashion week in October 2008 that I was triggered into despair and body obsession. I imagine that 90% of people at Fashion…