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In early March 2025 I travelled to Siwa in Egypt to visit a very old friend. She’s a force to be reckoned with. When I first met Fee she was a baby architect. She remembers her first day at architect school, a course designed for women, and in an open circle of why are you all here? she replied that she was going to build a house in the desert.

A few decades ago she purchased some utterly empty desert on the outskirts of the township of Siwa, and built her heart-homeland on it.

I hadn’t been far from my home in North-West London for years. Long before Covid 19 brought the world to its knees, my body was bringing me to mine. I had 2 spinal surgeries, a 2 year respite to the degree of constant pain after the second one, but had spent the latter few years trying to come to terms with the reality that it kicked back in with a vengeance in the Autumn of 2023.

A lot of things fell away, and at first it felt like carnage, and then I remembered and learned some more about the freedom to be found in radical simplicity. I finished my memoir, and had just received the bound proof copy before getting on the plane to Egypt.

Postcards From a Little life was published on the 28th March 2025

POSTCARDS is me as a book.

It’s a non-binary memoir. After reading the first essay called LETTER which is my invitation to you into the book, you can then read from anywhere and in any direction. The pieces are small like the postcards they are: riffs, fragments, love notes, haikus.

There are sections, but the content of my breaking and shaping it into parts, does not accord with any linear timeline, they just tell you what that section contains, poetry, already published articles, small fictions etc.

As a child I dreamed of a literary life, imagining many novels. That is not what happened. This book happened, and somehow it contains all the unwritten writing that never got born