Each month I join a group of women who are using words and images to explore their personal stories. You can follow The Story of Me Project on Instagram.


October, 2018, “All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity to being oneself, a wedge shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others … and this self, having shed its attachments, was free for the strangest adventures.”
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

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September, 2018, “For now she had not to think of anybody. She could be herself by herself. And that was what she often felt the need of — to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.”
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse


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August, 2018, "I have seen my sons and daughters, once netted over like fruit in their cots, break the meshes and walk with me, taller than I am, casting shadows on the grass." 
Virginia Woolf, The Waves