Dear Stranger, We haven’t met yet. I’m not sure when that day will come. We may be standing next to each other in the shopping queue or you may be…
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Before my book The Tiffany Box was a book, it was a one-woman play. Before it was a play, it was a collection of emails that I wrote to my closest friends…
My story starts a couple of months before my mum died. She was post chemotherapy and had enjoyed a summer of improving health and a real appreciation of all that…
