Hi, I’m Anna. Previously a Performing Arts Professional, I returned to my writing practice in 2017 and started this blog to document the journey. We are a family buried in books and this is the place where I share lots of our reading joy and a little of my writing!

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The Dandy Lion (Friday Fictioneers)

A short, sharp intake of breath. Then her small features all go to work. Eyes focus, brow furrows, and lips form a perfectly puckered pout through which her lungs can release their contents. Two fine full lungs let blow. Ten tiny fingers tightly clutch the stem as the seeds take flight. A swirl of life… Continue Reading →

So Many Stories (Friday Fictioneers)

She had always worn an underskirt. I remember them swaying in the breeze as they hung side by side on the washing line, crisp and white. Although they were much more than that. They were my sail on far flung adventures across the sea; the flag of my enemy surrendering at last. A beautiful veil… Continue Reading →


Who knew such joy could come from the sound of you chewing a banana. Your nose is a little stuffed and you breathe heavily between chews, sucking the air in through your mouth and out again. You’ve chosen my knee as your dining spot, and like a chair I cocoon you as you munch. Who… Continue Reading →

Book Review: Running on the Roof of the World by Jess Butterworth

Rating 4/5 Running on the Roof of the World by Jess Butterworth is a beautiful book that kept me turning the pages without the overt use of cliffhangers and mystery. Not that it lacked these entirely. It was definitely full of action, adventure and uncertainty, it just didn’t require or position these in a manner… Continue Reading →

Friday Flash: Gingerbread Kisses

Harold Snow wiped his hands down his apron and admired his handiwork. Twelve perfectly sculpted gingerbread women smiled up at him, their sweet scent wrapping like a blanket around him. ‘Grandpa, Grandpa, are they done, are they done?’ cried Izzy. She ran to fetch her step, dragging it screeching across the floor, before climbing up beside… Continue Reading →

Friday Flash: Spilt Milk

You may think this is trivial but trust me, if you were me you too would be sobbing as hard as I am right now on the kitchen floor. Oh yes, you too would be letting the snot, the tears, the saliva dribble freely, as the cool stone presses hard into your hands and knees,… Continue Reading →


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