My strong, inspiring brother
It’s a few days short of 70 years since I first saw Stewart as a little blue-eyed baby. I was just tall enough, aged 4, to peep over the edge of the carry cot from which he was smiling up at the world.
Within a matter of months, the family realised that Stewart was hard of hearing . . . more, including poems to honour Stewart
May 2018: singing two of my own song lyrics at a fund-raising concert for Maggie’s Cancer Centre, Cheltenham.
October 2017: reading two of my poems from the anthology Cheltenham 300 at Cheltenham Literature Festival.
Born in July under the star sign Cancer, I always doubted astrology’s predictions — until I was told I was living with cancer.
This year has been both golden and challenging. . . more