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Running Home and Mary & Ula

So, instead of them living in the dark (well, Dropbox and my hallway cupboard), I've decided to upload two works to the Amazon Kindle platform. Mary & Ula - A Tale of Two Women is here and Running Home here.

Mary & Ula was the creative element of my PhD a couple of years ago. It is a split narrative tale of the rhyming lives of Ula Tulla - who has retuned to present day Manchester as her Dad is seriously ill, and Mary Burns in Victorian Manchester, whom Ula is attempting to write about whilst there. Despite being over 150 years apart, they share particular issues - as well as geographic places. Mary Burns was the long term partner of Friedrich Engels and they lived together in Ardwick, Moss Side, Hulme, and on Hyde Road. Very little is known about Mary, hence the reason why Ula struggles somewhat to write about her. Instead we get fragments.

Running Home is a poetry collection that I wrote a few years ago. It deals with sadness, humour, darkness, grief - and particular gho…

The numbers tell the stories

This year I'm making an effort not to enter into a frenzy of panic-induced conspicuous consumption - each year it gets worse - how much plastic do kids need? How many gift sets can be sold? How many utterly useless gadgets? So I decided instead to be much more thoughtful and for gifts not to be about money. So for the adult siblings I decided on researching and presenting our family tree. It's my thing - rooting around the family closets - and so this made sense. I started with my Mum's Dad: Thomas Henry Sanders (14-02-1896 - Feb 1954). A veteran of World War 1 he signed up in 1914, aged 18, and stayed until 1920 without ever rising above the rank of Private. He left with a limp courtesy of shrapnel. The fact that he survived at all is astonishing. When he entered the army he was already married, having wed at sixteen to a woman called Margaret Hargrave.

My Mum knew about this first marriage - yet she had always referred to her as 'Jean Cosgrove'. What she didn…