Grief is like an uncut diamond. Each side when polished reveals the beauty inside. Each facet, once sharpened, displays the shimmering strength of what eventually emerges as the honed stone – atoms pushed together through the build up of...
I went to an all-girls school. We had little awareness of the budding magic of our young bodies, we did not have boyfriends, a party was a sleepover with amateur manicures and gossip. We did not have any internet, our...