I raced through these pages, captured by the honesty of the account. The tangible in the raw allowed for depths of both humour and devastation to seep into the narrative.

With the awareness of Fry, the reader considers the capacities in which they think, feel and act love.

This book was a timely reminder to actively practice the tools of writing in relationship to self (both past and present), partners, parents and others. Screaming, We will always have words.