Helen Hunter
Bio
I wondered what would come if I started to write down some of my thoughts - so here I am...
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Grandma's Garden
There was a warm, hazy glow from the evening sun as April sat silently on the garden bench and scrolled wildly through Google looking for gardening tips. Eyes darting across the links, she felt agitated... unsettled... irritated. How had this become another thing for her to do? She could have caught a bus to Emma's house and be sitting in her garden sipping some cheap wine and topping up her summer tan in the last blast of an Indian summer. Instead her mum had called her at work, "go visit your Grandma, she misses you". What a lie that turned out to be?
By Helen Hunter4 years ago in Families
Facing my Covid crush
Oh my god. I am a hot mess. It’s been easy to build a picture of myself as a flawless, bright, laugh-a-minute, sexy babe, with an air of mystery whilst messaging on Microsoft Teams; it’s a whole different story now that I have to sit across from the most beautiful man who has ever graced the office and hold a real life conversation… Air of mystery? Try open book, prone to revealing the most embarrassing stories without even thinking. Laugh-a-minute? More like laugh unstoppably and uncomfortably for a minute because someone made a whimsical pun in the team meeting about German food being “the wurst”. You just can’t hide that sort of madness face to face! He’s going to think I’m a total clown!
By Helen Hunter5 years ago in Humans
Love, loss and learning
The envelope sat untouched on the kitchen table. It had been there for the best part of a week and Alice could not even cast it a sideways glance without filling with fury. How could it be that losing her mum had meant this job passed to her as well?
By Helen Hunter5 years ago in Families
