Changing My Pen Name from Jan to Jay: Is it worth it for one letter?
According to family lore, if I hadn’t been named Janice, I would have been a Jane or a Janet. I would have preferred Jane. But to be honest I have always hated my name.
The poet and the painter
After one hundred years of lying in a ‘known only to God’ grave in Flanders, my Great Uncle’s Grave was last year identified as belonging to him.
The Language of May
I want to speak the Language of May. To round May up, bundle it in a glass case and tell you what I see, what I smell, what I taste.
There’s something very significant about the Pagan festival of the new year for me this year. Imbolc is celebrated on February 1st and marks the half way point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox.
Travel Notes for the Faroe Islands
At 62 degrees north these islands are remote, sitting in the North Atlantic half way between Iceland and Norway and yet they are only an hour’s flight from Edinburgh.
Thirty-seven names for fog in the Faroe Islands
Discovering the magical fog of the Faroe Islands while attending a Nordic knitting festival.
I want to tell you the story of three women I met in South Africa in 2004. I’ll call them Lesedi, Rethabile and Amahle.