Alone on the beach I lain. A bit humbled in the warm sun. She left me here all alone. Who needs a padded insert to swim in the surf anyways? I suppose you all figured out the item in the picture by now? I found it to be hilarious finding it on the sand of the beach at Port Canaveral, Florida earlier this month! 1,000 miles from home is.

Never was so much owed by so many to so few. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness.

The long winded road to recovery from an eating disorder. Remember that dress you used to wear? Leopard shift and it made you so pretty. Now it hangs alone, gathering dust. Never again will you wear it aged twenty. For an illness has stolen your world. An illness without a drug or a pill. It has stolen that smiling young girl. You look in your stained bedroom mirror. See a broken and unrepaired wreck. But you fake a smile with falsified pride.

I was on holiday in France and, as always, had my beloved camera to hand. A morning market, glowing in low morning sunshine, held a thousand possible images that I wanted to capture, from glistening bowls of olives to bleached wooden shutters, racks of brilliantly-dyed scarves to chilled cabinets of cool white cheeses.

No delusions of grandeur there! When you see it in the shops, or on Amazon it will look like this picture attached! Managem.

Married in the Mourning, Sailing with the Knight. The story of a newlywed, her life, love, loss, and tiny little wiener dog. How a sea turtle helped me grieve. Zach had to decide that threat.