Discovering balance

Discovering balance

An untidy and honest story about rediscovering myself and embracing life at a different pace. I've always had difficulty with balance. I'm a very all-or-nothing person and most of the time it's all. I struggle to locate my pause button. Rest feels like laziness. Stopping feels like failure. I've always known these weren't exactly healthy … Continue reading Discovering balance

Portrait photography by Tanya Simone Simpson. #portraitphotography

Seven times you are perfect

When you’re cracking your knuckles, not by bending your fingers back or crunching them forward, but by pulling and twisting at the joints. It makes my skin crawl and I shoot you that look, a sideways glare with a raised eyebrow. You say sorry, then crack one more knuckle before you stop. When I’m preparing … Continue reading Seven times you are perfect

How Much Does It Hurt. Creative writing by Tanya Simone Simpson.

How much does it hurt?

I have never developed the ability to quantify pain. I get lost in a maze of perspective where subjectivity battles with analysis and words fail me. I have never been able to choose a number from one to ten to describe what this is because a lower number is only wishful thinking and a higher … Continue reading How much does it hurt?

Medical Records and Memories as a Winter Landscape. Creative writing by Tanya Simone Simpson.

Medical records and memories as a winter landscape

Seeing your own medical records feels surprisingly impersonal. Maybe it’s because some details fell off the edge when you moved from one part of town to another and had to register with a different doctor because you were no longer in the right catchment area for your previous one. Maybe it’s because there was a … Continue reading Medical records and memories as a winter landscape

To Someone You Eat Pizza With. Creative writing by Tanya Simone Simpson.

To someone you eat pizza with

Like when someone you haven't seen in months doesn't notice how much weight you've lost and emptiness tastes so much better than food for a few days after. When shoulders that can hold up the world seem somehow less than delicate wrists with a child's watch, hanging loose on bones that still bear the never-quite-healed … Continue reading To someone you eat pizza with

Tears are not Wrapped in Flags and Slogans. Creative writing by Tanya Simone Simpson.

Tears are not wrapped in flags and slogans

When the windows shake in their frames and you try to figure out how close the explosion was, how likely it is that your friends or your family might have been near there or actually there. When you hear shots being fired and the echoes are deafening and you can’t help but think of the … Continue reading Tears are not wrapped in flags and slogans

Winter Will Always be my Home. Creative writing by Tanya Simone Simpson.

Winter will always be my home

Last night (or at least last night when this piece was originally written) my Facebook feed erupted in exclamations of "Snow!". I live in Scotland, where it is entirely possible to experience four seasons' weather in one day, so snow in March isn't particularly unusual or shocking. But it is exciting. It is interesting. It … Continue reading Winter will always be my home

This is Why I Take Pictures. Creative writing by Tanya Simone Simpson.

This is why I take pictures

I was a professional photographer. I struggle with the use of the word ‘was’ because it denotes a relegation to the past, as if no longer doing something as a job somehow negates the education, training and experience that went into being able to do it as a job in the first place. Perhaps it … Continue reading This is why I take pictures

Anything Less Than Gunfire of Explosion. Creative writing by Tanya Simone Simpson.

Anything less than gunfire or explosions

“...and if the soldiers want to use the bathroom, that’s fine. Just make sure they leave their guns outside so they don’t scare the students”. Those were my manager’s parting words as she walked out the door, leaving me to supervise the adult learning centre for the evening. The soldiers who sometimes used our bathroom … Continue reading Anything less than gunfire or explosions

Rain Not Falling and Three Times Everything Changed. Creative writing by Tanya Simone Simpson.

Rain not falling and three times everything changed

This morning I awoke to a chill in the air, rain not falling but suspended in the tension of August, the cobbles on the street outside slick and glistening. With the window open, I settled back against my pillows allowing the dull ache in the base of my spine to fade into a rolling mist … Continue reading Rain not falling and three times everything changed