Writings on life while I go grey at the borders

Hello there

Living in Mid-Wales, I’m a 50+ working-class writer, gardener, mum, granny and feminist sock knitter supreme. I’m a 2021 A Writing Chance award winner and lover of all things bookish.

I’m full of opinions on everything so make sure you check the blog archives for all my musings -from growing Tomatoes in Lockdown to the terror of Walking my daughter home.

My name’s Maya. Grab a cuppa, stay awhile, have a nosey around.

  • Women’s rights are all our rights
    I, like many, stand horrified at the overturning of Roe versus Wade in America last week, seeing abortion made illegal in many US States. This appalling act sees the rights of women everywhere undermined, and their lives made second best. I don’t care why a woman needs an abortion. For me, this is not about…
  • An early rising.
    The cool grey light of 4 am seeps beneath bedroom curtains. No matter how I straighten them the night before – battening down the hatches, blocking out the light – by morning cracks have appeared and sunlight pierces the room, refracting into rainbows. This morning I rise before the sun, before even the birds. Swimming…
  • Running out of time.
    According to the Internet, the average person in the UK reads ten books a year. This figure is inflated by those of us that read a lot, so the figure is more like four or five books a year, with just under half of all UK adults not reading books at all. I read a…
  • Writing lists
    I am a writer of lists My life could be measured in my to-do lists, their contents varying depending on the stage of my life. Early lists might have included Do Homework Try not to argue with sister STOP BITING NAILS Find missing library books Early motherhood saw lists as the only way to function…
  • News Flash; Tomatoes are growing
    Well, the tomatoes are out! Phew, I hear you gasp – I know you’ve been worried about their progress. Covid is still lingering like a teenager hoping to cadge a tenner when they already owe you twenty. We cannot seem to shift it. The tomatoes slipped way down the list of things to do. Barely…
  • One stich at a time.
    Sewing Bee is back! Do you watch it?  Not just a program for sewers, it is one of those comfort programs you can watch nestled up on the sofa with a cuppa and a biscuit. I sew. I’ve sewn for years. When ill health trapped me at home on the sofa I needed something to…
  • Walking with grief.
    Warning: This post is about grief and child-loss. It is the anniversary of my lads’ death, the scent of May blossom lingering in the air. I lost two of my children, within five years of each other – one age16 and the other 24. They were both adopted, which doesn’t make any difference, though a…
  • Dysgu Cymraeg – Learning Welsh
    Bore da! Sut wyt ti? I have been learning Welsh. I’d wanted to for years, I live in Wales, after all. With courses moved to Zoom over lockdown and the course being half price – I could never afford the original £90,  I am now dysgu Cymraeg. Learning a new language is challenging for everyone…
  • In the dead of the night dark deeds are planned.
    3.48 am. I am incandescent with rage. No that’s not right. I’m too tired for incandescent, more a dark glowing ember, burning slowly, threatening to set fire to the bedsheets. What is going on, I hear you ask?  Are you ok?   Well, no! I’m not ok! My husband, the gentle, chilled out man who…
  • World Book night.
    World book night is here! Whatcha reading? There are loads of really fabulous books on the book list, from some fantastic authors. But, as ever I am freestyling and so tonight, when I curl up under a throw with a cuppa and maybe something sweet to nibble on – I’ve said it once I will…
  • Wordless Wednesday
    No words- just a photo I’ve taken that speaks of my week
  • Lost in books
    I am looking for a book, I wonder if you can help? It was my favourite read as a kid, repeatedly borrowed from the library, and read cover to cover. I’ve been searching for this book for years. On the cover was a black cat, possibly a girl, by some water with a dark Victorian…
  • Wordless Wednesday
    Wordless Wednesdays
  • The one where we get the lurgy.
    I came home from London with covid.  It has not been the one where people say it was just like a bad cold and didn’t stop them doing much – a weird combination of bragging about the strength of their immune system, combined with a tinge of disbelief that it could really be that bad.…
  • Every day is a chance to celebrate.
    Today is National Caramel Day. – I don’t know where? Everywhere, I guess? Are you prepared? Do you have a box of caramels, robed in chocolate, soft and sticky enough to rip a filling out? Are you planning on making caramel sauce for your lunch? Salted Caramel ice cream for your tea? A sneaky Curly…
  • The coming of the light
    I am writing this at 7.30 on Sunday night and it is still light. In the garden I can hear a chorus of blackbirds serenading the setting sun. On the distant hills a kite calls, underpinned by the thud, thud, thud of some distant party beat. The clocks have sprung forward. Spring has returned. Oh…
  • Saving the day, one pudding at a time
    I’ve been thinking about school dinners today. I think we’re divided into those who loved school dinners and those who did not. I loved my school dinners. A hungry child, I loved the smell of cooking wafting up the hallways after break. The scent of puddings baking, dinners roasting, was almost too much to bear…
  • Sowing the seeds of love
    Seed sowing and tomato obsessions.
  • International Women’s Day
    Why I celebrate international women’s day. I’ve always celebrated International women’s day – today 8th March. I worked in a women’s refuge in my late teens, and it taught me the solidarity of women and the difficulties many of us face. International women’s day has always been a time to celebrate, always been a time…
  • Becoming an astronaut.
    I once said to Michael Sheen – you don’t get to say that very often, do you? I once said to Michael Sheen that saying you wanted to be a writer when I was growing up was like saying you wanted to be an astronaut. For a girl, growing up in the relentless poverty of…

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