The Journal
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I THINK I TRAVEL SO THE AGE CAN’T CATCH ME SITTING STILL
I turned thirty-four somewhere between old stone, Welsh wind and a tram that had been climbing…
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Our lives are partly constructed from people we happened to meet.
Last Sunday, we had a Hawaiian-themed party with friends, complete with colourful leis, tropical decorations, music,…
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EQUAL SLICES OF AN UNEQUAL CAKE
The cake was divided into eight perfectly equal slices. I remember admiring the precision of the…
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Sweet soul, I’m sorry I’ve been really hard on you.
It has been four months since I last wrote here, and for a while I did…
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A VERDICT WRITTEN IN ANGER
The train carriage had been reasonably peaceful until one passenger decided that all of us needed…
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WHEN LOYALTY BECOMES A BEAUTIFUL EXCUSE
The vase was broken, and everyone knew who had done it. It lay in several pieces…
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SORRY, I DON’T FIT ANYMORE.
There’s something sacred about beginnings. Not because they erase what came before, but because they remind…
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Resilience wrapped in joy
When I look back on 2023, I don’t see a year draped in fireworks or filled…
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October Skies
Rainy afternoons arrive like quiet lullabies—inviting us to retreat into pages,to lose ourselves in stories or…
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PRAYER. PROGRESS. PATIENCE
I used to imagine life as something that would eventually become clearer if I made enough…
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SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE OF EXISTING
The email was perfectly acceptable until I read it for the eleventh time. It was a…
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Everyone’s Strong Friend Has a Breaking Point
The first thing people ask when a bridge closes is how they are supposed to get…
