For Every Kind of Dad
This one’s for the dads who stayed, who learnt as they went along, who got half of it completely wrong but still kept turning up strong. For the dads on school run mornings, half…
The Childhood Scars We Carry
I was five when the house split, Mum chose a woman and Dad chose blame, after his heart had folded in his chest, and nothing ever felt the same. She found Kestrel like comfort,…
For The Men Who Say They’re Fine
This for the men who laugh too loud when the room goes quiet and dark, the ones who say “I’m sound, mate,” with a riot in their heart. The ones who fix everybody else…