Why following hard-working women should motivate you.

Source: Stacey Edgar via Pinterest We all know that the internet is the place for comparison. Instagram and Twitter show us the many successes of 20-somethings who take the world by storm. Especially amongst women, this can lead to negativity,…

A British spring wedding.

Weddings are my favourite life event to celebrate. The day is filled with love, hugs, friends and laughter and everyone is just so happy. I recently went to my first wedding in England and it was absolutely beautiful. Despite the…

#5 All that I am.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning to Robert Browning Sunday [postmark, 14 September 1846] My Own Beloved, if ever you should have reason to complain of me in things voluntary and possible, all other women would have a right to tread me underfoot,…

#4 A squeal of pain.

Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf Milan [posted in Trieste], Thursday, 21 January 1927 …I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a…

#3 Drunk.

Richard Steele to Mary Scurlock Saturday night [30 August 1707] Dear, Lovely Mrs Scurlock, I have been in very good company, where your unknown name, under the character of the woman I lov’d best, has been often drunk; so that…

#2 Three-quarters as nice.

‘Lewis Carroll’ to May Mileham [6 September 1885] 7 Lushington Road, Eastbourne Dearest May, Thank you very much indeed for the peaches. They were delicious. Eating one was almost as nice as kissing you: of course not quite: I think,…

#1 You will think I am lying.

Alfred de Musset to George Sand [1833] My dear George, I have something stupid and ridiculous to tell you. I am foolishly writing you instead of telling you this, I do not know why, when returning from that walk. Tonight…

One love letter a day.

Source In case you didn’t know, I am a bit like Carrie Bradshaw when it comes to love (has that made you want to click away yet?). Whilst 15 years ago, I would gag at my parents getting emotional over…

A note on poetry, depression, dancing and Alice in Wonderland.

I am writing this whilst sat in the poetry section in Waterstones Piccadilly. I come here a lot to read, write and think; not necessarily in that order, though. This is my happy place. I love being surrounded by works…