Today, I said goodbye to my nanna.
She was 93 — a woman of quiet strength, deep love, and a lifelong passion to create in her own way. She was never without her knitting, and was forever making us clothes.
She supported my writing from the very beginning, always encouraging my love of books, of storytelling, of living with one foot in this world and one in the other.
She was the kind of person who never needed the spotlight to make a difference. Her belief in me never wavered, not when I scribbled in notebooks as a kid, not when I started chasing publication, not when I doubted myself.
So today, as I grieve her loss, I find myself thinking about the seasons and not just the cooler weather here in Australia, but the shifting seasons of life. Autumn has always felt to me like a time for remembering, for reflection, and for honouring the stories that shape us.
Which brings me, gently, to the Celtic Spring Book Fair — a celebration of fantasy, folklore, and myth that feels especially poignant now. Though it’s spring in the Northern Hemisphere, it feels right to share it from here in the south, as we move into the stillness of autumn. After all, stories connect us across seasons, across oceans, across generations.
If you’re in need of something magical — something to curl up with as the nights grow long — you’ll find it in this collection. There’s beauty, bravery, and otherworldly wonder in every page.
🍂Visit the Celtic Spring Book Fair Here!
This one is for my nanna.
For the woman who nurtured my love of reading, who read me Beatrix Potter and countless Disney Classics, and who taught me to believe in Happily Ever After.
I will carry you with me always, in every story, in every page.
Surely goodness and mercy followed you all the days of your life and now, may you rest in peace and light.
Hello Stacey, My deepest sympathy over the loss of your grandmother. Laura
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Thank you. ❤
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