What I've been doing since I've been missing. I still feel strange. Sad. Just deeply sad.

Chapter 15. I am not usually this honest. I probably shouldn't even be telling you. But it's true and it's my life and the telling of it belongs to me. What a strange Easter. What a strange time.

Chapter 14. 2012. My heart is broken. It's not healing. 2014. In psychotherapy I am diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. The past rushes forward and begins to make sense.

Chapter 13. Lockdown fever reclaims my office from Reno artefacts and unearths my broken heart.

I don't feel like writing a blog. My journey seems irrelevant during the current situation. I'm inviting you to tell your story of this week below in the comments. I think it is important to log our stories of this week. There will be a world before the lockdown and a different one after the lockdown.…

Chapter 11. Arriving at excavating the Reno and uncovering all the injustice buried beneath that has lead to our huge multiple triumphs including the Reno at the Whitworth. The journey began from many different angles. Meeting Tom in the Reno is a major one.

Chapter 10. Happy international Women's Day. Funnily enough I've been engrossed in women's stories all week.

Chapter 9. We excavated the Reno. I have been running writing workshops on Tuesday and Wednesday afternoon that will produce 6 books that excavate individuals. One is mine. Benefitting from our collective digging, my personal excavation seems to have found its own rhythm. After preparing the ground in…

Chapter 8. The real first night I went down the Reno. Pic Karen Rangeley.

Chapter 7. ‘Shall I tell you what’s going on here. It is fucking historical. You are both nice little white women doing your embroidery, and I am the slave you bring in to entertain your mates in front of the fireplace.' I've aways been proud of delivering that sentence. Here's how, when, and why. Then…