About Me

A signpost will help you home, unless of course you ignore it. I found myself doing that a lot in my fifty plus years. That's what I write about. Not getting lost geographically. More losing my inner compass. Although admittedly, I'm not great with maps. It's a small miracle that I walked 900 km across Spain.

I'm mixed race. Black and white. Caramel, in fact. A mix of aristocrat and islander roots. I grew up with competing versions of what a woman was supposed to be. Writing was how I worked out which ones to keep.

I write about relationships. The intoxicating ones. The disorienting ones. The ones I stayed in longer than I should have. I write in two frames — one lived loudly, the other quietly understood. Same event, two versions. The gap between is my navigation home.

My memoir, Mistaking Fire for Warmth, is me discovering that gap. It's provocative. It doesn't spare me. The clarity comes at the end, and it's earned.