Diane Foster
Bio
I’m a professional writer, proofreader, and all-round online entrepreneur, UK. I’m married to a rock star who had his long-awaited liver transplant in August 2025.
When not working, you’ll find me with a glass of wine, immersed in poetry.
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Rock Songs for a Breakup You’re Finally Over
I never thought I’d be the person who left. For years, I was convinced that staying, no matter how small I felt inside, was the only way to prove I was loyal, the only way to keep the peace. But sometimes, peace is just another word for surrender. Sometimes, it’s a way of disappearing slowly until you hardly recognise the shape of your own voice.
By Diane Foster7 months ago in Beat
A Slice of Sunshine
In the heart of an aging Victorian neighbourhood, nestled between lace-curtained windows and wrought iron balconies, stood The Velvet Teacup; a quaint tea shop renowned for its fragrant brews and delicate pastries. At the base of a sprawling citrus grove just beyond the back garden, Maribel ran the shop with quiet devotion, inheriting it from her grandmother. The air was always tinged with the scent of fresh blossoms and simmering tea leaves, but Maribel’s pride was her lemon meringue pie, a recipe passed down with its perfect balance of citrus tang and sugary sweetness.
By Diane Foster7 months ago in Fiction
Practicing Gratitude Amid Cancer
If you'd asked me a year ago whether I believed in the power of gratitude, I might have shrugged it off as a bit too "new age" for me. But living through my husband's cancer diagnosis has taught me something very different, gratitude isn't just a nice idea; it's a lifeline.
By Diane Foster7 months ago in Motivation
Velvetpaw and the Whispering Machine
The vending machine stood like a relic, half-forgotten on the corner of Maple Street, its faded white frame softened by creeping ivy and clusters of wildflowers. Painted in strokes of sepia and honey, it seemed part of the street's quiet hum, but those who passed rarely glanced its way. All except Velvetpaw.
By Diane Foster7 months ago in Fiction
Echo in Glass
Mirror holds a smile, Silent secrets in the light, Stillness whispers loud. This Haiku represents a change in my life that has made me pause, and while outwardly I seem composed or even hopeful, inside there’s a deeper, quieter story I'm still processing.
By Diane Foster7 months ago in Poets
