Gwenfron

Hopefully, when this page becomes the most affluent, prestigious and articulate piece of discourse; the one that everyone finds themselves coming back to, like a pair of comfy trousers, I haven’t doxxed myself with the name.

Gwenfron is the street my Grampa and Nanny lived on all my life. The house they lived in is where I learned right from wrong, table manners, and that I have a fondness for horseradish that cannot be kicked. It was also the place that brought joy, peace, and the overwhelming drive to do better; to make them pair proud.

The emphasis of this blog will be me, writing, learning, and sharing things that have empowered me over the years, in and outside of my career. To fill the gap of conversations I’d once have at the table in Gwenfron.