An Afternoon of Stories.

Some writing moments stay with you long after the final page has been read.

This week, I had the privilege of spending an afternoon with the wonderful residents at Morar Care Home, sharing some of my writing and, more importantly, listening to the conversations the stories inspired.

I chose pieces that explored memory, family, love and place—subjects that seem to speak across every generation. Reading to a room is always a little daunting, but it quickly became clear that these weren't simply stories to be listened to; they became stories to be shared. Smiles, laughter, quiet moments of reflection and memories of lives well lived filled the room.

As writers, we often spend months, or even years, alone with our words. Sitting at a desk, it's easy to forget that stories only truly come alive when they're shared with someone else. Watching a poem spark a memory, or a short story become the beginning of a conversation, reminded me why I started writing in the first place.

One of the greatest gifts of the afternoon was being reminded that every person carries a lifetime of stories. Some have been told many times, while others are shared only when the right memory, the right place or the right words gently unlock them.

I left Morar feeling grateful—not just for the opportunity to read my work, but for the kindness, warmth and generosity shown to me by everyone there.

To all the residents and staff at Morar Care Home, thank you for making me feel so welcome. I hope our paths cross again, and that we'll have the chance to share many more stories together.

Because stories don't just belong on the page.

They belong wherever people gather to listen.