On A day Like This by Fran Edwards

In this digital story, Fran tells us a little about how she came to live in Redcar, and shares beautiful reflections on the circularity and layering of time and familial relationships. https://videopress.com/v/KqFotemA?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata

Jesus Saves by Fran Edwards

The second digital story we'd like to share is by Fran Edwards, a regular member of our Celebrating Change monthly workshops in 2018. Some of her poetry and prose work has already appeared in earlier blog posts. You'll see Fran has used vintage footage of the Cannon Street area of Middlesbrough, captured by filmmaker Derek … Continue reading Jesus Saves by Fran Edwards

Whose body? by Fran Edwards

Big thanks to Fran for donating three pieces written at our monthly workshops. This piece came out of our 'fortune teller' prompt back in March. I was asked, "Whose body would I like to be in for a day?" I felt confused, because that question would normally be "Whose life would you like to have for … Continue reading Whose body? by Fran Edwards

I Have My Walking Boots On by Fran Edwards

In the second of three pieces, our regular workshop member Fran Edwards recalls a memory inspired by watching 'Doing Our Bit', a film from 1935 about voluntary action groups in Cleveland.  I have my walking boots on. The ground is muddy but I am standing on flagstones outside the cottage door. The sun is just … Continue reading I Have My Walking Boots On by Fran Edwards

I Was Standing By The Fridge by Fran Edwards

I was standing by the fridge when she said "I'm pregnant" I celebrated with wine, fizzy like the bubbles of joy in my mind I couldn't believe that at last I was going to be a grandmother I smiled a lot I worried too I waited for scans and enough weeks passing to feel it … Continue reading I Was Standing By The Fridge by Fran Edwards

Moving On by Fran Edwards

I need a change of scenery he said, looking through me at something more appealing and desirable.   I changed the sheets but the bed still smelt of him.   Three months later he changed his mind he said he'd had a change of heart.   So had I, and I'd changed the locks. Thanks … Continue reading Moving On by Fran Edwards