I know I might sound weird, but in many ways I feel more connected to my parents after their passing. I confess that I haven’t visited the cemetery since their passing – I just don’t feel that they’re there. Just today, as I attempted to sort some papers, I found my…
If we were having coffee and you asked me how I was doing, I’d tell you that I’m exhausted – more physically than anything else. No, there’s no need for violins, but let me moan for a bit, if I may! We’ve recently shifted home and I’m simultaneously trying to…
There’s been too much in the news recently for me not to write this piece. Pawns is not a poem (I can’t write poetry). It’s just something that flowed out of the anguish I feel. Pawns Pawns Is that what we’ve been reduced to? Not fit to be born –…