Life; with Daisy

One woman, one corgi, one fresh start by the sea.

I moved to England with Daisy and a suitcase full of half-made plans. This is where I write about what happened next: the house, the hard bits, the beach every morning, and the small, fluffy life coach who keeps getting it right before I do.


Real life, not the highlights.

Moving countries, losing things, starting again. Written from the middle of it, not the finish line. 

A corgi with opinions.

Daisy greets everyone like an old friend, sheds enough “glitter” to knit a second dog, and has never once rushed a walk.

Tea-length reads.

Most essays take under ten minutes. Biscuits optional.


Recent Essays

Fresh from the journal

  • Liminal spaces
    The old life is gone, the new one is still arriving, and in between there is only the waiting.
  • Waiting
    Somewhere in the middle of interrogating a plant, it hit me: I had no idea why I was doing this.
  • Paper
    Everyone warned me about the dust and the cost and how long it takes. But no one mentioned that for as much as you change the room, the room changes you.


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