Three hours later, Friday and Melanie were on a flight to Oslo. Ian was not with them.
This particular tale begins right at that moment when all things begin, which is when you don’t actually realise that something is about to begin.
‘Let’s buy a chateau’, they said . . . ‘It’ll be an adventure’, they said . . . ‘You’ll meet a prince’, they said . . .
Not long after uploading my first video, I started to receive messages—thousands of them.
The fourth trimester is rough, but beautiful. Challenging, but rewarding. Exhausting, but fulfilling. Indefinite, but short.
We met quite young, both of us still finding our footing in college, but as soon as we were in each other’s gravity, Sara and I felt an undeniable pull that kept bringing us even closer together.
My earworm for today is ‘I Don’t Like Mondays’ by the Boomtown Rats.
Saskia Honeyman would look back on her mother’s death and see that it had the cadence of an exquisitely orchestrated sonata.
I have hated my mother for most of my life but it is her face I see as I drown.