Dead Postcard Society

To most people, these old postcards are just yellowed pieces of cardboard salvaged from a dusty antique stall. But to me, they are tiny windows into the lives of those who came before us, portals to an era far removed from our own. The beautiful handwriting on the backs of these small pieces of history was carefully penned more than a century ago and sent to addresses that may no longer exist. 

Whether it was a trainee dressmaker writing to her mentor during a leave of absence, explaining why she had missed Sunday school because of tonsillitis, or a sister reassuring her younger sibling that she had arrived home safely after a storm had passed, each message reminds us to slow down and savour the anticipation of receiving something made with care. There was no instant gratification then, only the patient expectation of a letter's arrival. 

I don't just write historical fiction; I search for the real ghosts who lived it. For years, I have collected Victorian and Georgian postcards and photographs, driven by a single question: who were the people holding the pen, and what secrets did they leave unsaid? 

This is more than an author's website. It is a place where I hope to bring forgotten voices back to life. Together, we'll explore archives, uncover stories, and use the clues left behind on old postcards and photographs to piece together glimpses of everyday lives long since faded from memory. 

Welcome to the journey. Brew yourself a cup of chai, settle into a comfortable chair, and join me as we slow down and delve deep into the past.