I took a walk the other day into the sunlight to let it fill my bones and my mind like I had not breathed fresh air in months. I had sat stagnant in rooms full of dust and sour memory for almost two months and I could feel the new…

Collecting was something I think comes easily to my mother. As far as I can remember she has always been a highly tactile person, picking things up in soft freckled fingers and rotating them inside her palms. On days out to the beach, my sister and I would rocket forward…

Every time I came home from school there would be a new strange object wedged onto a surface in my room. Tiny china plates that would only be good for families of aristocratic mice, teacups covered in chip but bearing faint possibly Wedgwood logos, and petite blue and red glass…