A poem for daughters, for girls, written during a week when women have been on my mind. Her godmother calls her a fairy. True, she is otherworldly, Creative, playful, a glimpse of colour through the trees, Cradling her water warbler in her hands, skipping to the woods on the edge of the estate after school, […]Read More Her godmother calls her a fairy
 Conversations. “You’re not very good at this, are you?” Kim looks up from stacking the dishwasher to see Jay considering her from where he is sitting at the kitchen table, glass of wine at his side, rolling another cigarette. He has a long, thin body, long, thin hands, deep, calm, hooded eyes; all of […]Read More Home Work
I recently wrote a guest piece for the Talks By…. Megan blog, all about ADHD in women and girls. Read it here, and make sure you follow Megan’s blog too! She is really great to work with and inspirational. I’m Kerry and I have a lifelong history of mental ill health diagnoses. I advocate for […]Read More Talks by Kerry: ADHD in Girls and Women
Esther is a film maker and single parent in her late forties who lives in Bristol with her sons, Joe, 11 and Alex, who is 14 and autistic. She home-schools both of her children. ‘At the beginning of lock down I was really fucking bereft, I thought ‘shit, I cannot do this, I really cannot […]Read More Esther’s Story: ‘Do you remember, the sky was so clear?’
(The frequent misdiagnosis of womxn) Imagine it is 1993. You are 16. You are obsessed with The Face magazine and rave music and you are really good at being an art student, but not much else, it would seem. You have been told all of your life you are crazily clever and you are destined […]Read More I don’t have depression: I have Attention Deficit Disorder
This is a bit overdue, but 2020 has been a bit extra, hasn’t it? I survived though; it would seem that facing possible cancer and definite surgery as a single mum isn’t an unbearable weight after all, but just one that is hard to bear. And the people who love you and care for you […]Read More The unbearable weight: part 2. I am not a Tuesday Girl.
An essay on rage, creativity and healing. The tap, tap, tap of your foot under the table, your eyes flitting, your kind smile, your pauses, your quiet confidence and inability to settle, all feel like coming home when we first meet. Your child is also strong just like mine, your family difficult, your knotty past […]Read More Conduit