Howdy,

I’ve uploaded a piece I wrote last year called ‘DEATH TASTES LIKE GINGERBREAD‘ which was a university creative non-fiction assignment that utilised genre-hopping as a means to tackle my own experience of grief and what it all meant for me.

By no means do I think this piece is perfect, but it’s real, and I don’t want to change that all these months later.

Hope it’s a good read.

Thanks!