C, a friend from university, sends me Ella Risbridger’s article about friends who are more than friends, friends who are family. And i...

A bruise, from a  New Year’s Day  fall at Winter Wonderland where I slip and crash down, hard, onto my right knee, my bad knee, almost...

I learnt to swim in Brazil as a young child, in a pool I have only the haziest memories of. A flash of turquoise, pinky-yellow stone,...

E and I take our bikes on the train, after work. Cycle to my parents through darkened streets, there for the weekend.  The we...

I want to write something. But you haven't written in so long.  Better now than never. Well it better be good then. A grand r...

It's only been a week but already... I was reminded of those words when  I'd been in Kinshasa a week , way back in Februar...

I’m still here.  It has been months since I have written I know, but here I am. Life has continued. A cool and overcast dry season ...