On January 23rd, 20-year-old Adam went for a hike along the coastal path towards Clarach. He didn’t return. He was found a few days later by the RNLI, but despite their best efforts, he passed away.
I cried when my brother Jonny phoned to tell me the news about his housemate. I cried along with Mum when we had a video chat to talk about it. I cried on and off for the rest of the evening. I cried as I did the Bible reading in chapel the following morning. And I cried as I came across One More Light by Linkin Park, a song about losing a loved one.
Grief often seems to come with a Continue reading
Story rejection is getting easier. It doesn’t stop me submitting my writing and it doesn’t stop me improving. However, if rejection catches me on a bad day, I find Writers’ Insecurity lingering in the wings. I can’t help but wonder, ‘Is there anyone, aside from close friends and family, who wants to read my work?’
Enter CaféLit. It posts a short story online every day, and at the end of the year, some are chosen to be published in an anthology.
I was directed to the site by Continue reading
‘If you don’t understand something, then tell me,’ Dad said. ‘Provided it’s genuine, there’s no such thing as a silly question.’
I was thirteen years old. Mum, my brothers, and I were at our first ‘lesson’. We sat in Dad’s living room with shiny GSCE Biology textbooks spread across our laps. His introduction to proceedings was carefully planned.
‘Nothing’s taught if nothing’s learnt.’
Up until then, it was always Continue reading
Our relationship with Mum cannot be defined by a single special moment. It’s constant ‘little things’ which add up to something bigger, as I reflected a few weeks ago.
I’d had a horrible Crossfit session. The workout itself was fine, but people’s shouts of encouragement and the loud music had driven me into mental overload. I ran out of the room a minute before the end.
When I arrived home, I was in tears, frustrated with the situation and my hypersensitive nature. Mum gave me a hug. She pointed into the kitchen, where Continue reading
I still remember stepping over the threshold for the first time. My trombone-carrying arm shook a little as I took in the brassy smell that is typical of any band room. I’d been asked to help them out for a competition – that was a nice feeling, especially because it’s my home town.
I held my breath as I walked through the small hallway and turned into the main room, eyes searching around for somebody to put me at ease. I instantly relaxed, as there were a few people I knew. But it was more than that: open, warm smiles from complete strangers. Continue reading
I’ve become ‘one of those people’ who won’t stop talking about Crossfit – I would have rolled my eyes at the idea in the past!
About a year ago I wrote an article called, ‘Why I Need Crossfit in My Life.’ Everything I said then is true still. I’m two years into the experience now and loving it more than ever. I could ramble on about the physical and mental benefits of ‘constantly varied, high intensity, functional movement’, but that’s not the only thing that keeps me going back for more. Continue reading