All my stories are personal, but this one is especially so. I wrote it for, and about, my mother and granddaughter, born almost 100 years apart. When I submitted it to New Zealand-based Love in the Time of Covid, on Hazel’s first birthday, I didn’t know that my mother Torla would have no more birthdays. When the story was accepted on 16th December, I didn’t know that later that day, Mum would announce to my brother that she was going to die. And I didn’t know that the story would go live on Christmas night, just after she left us.
Love in the Time of Covid brings together stories and poetry for these times, with a focus on different aspects and experiences of love. It’s a project I’m very proud to have been part of.