Kiri MilburnThe one that got awayI felt a light touch on my shoulders. Familiar. Hungrily digging in to my collarbone, fumbling for the familiar crevices. Uncomfortably…Aug 29, 2014Aug 29, 2014
Kiri MilburnEating AloneAt first I used to arm myself with my kindle. Brace myself. Huff and puff and straighten my skirts in the taxi. Apply makeup with ferocity…Aug 26, 2014Aug 26, 2014
Kiri MilburnPretending to be a young professionalUni was one thing, but corporate foxing requires a new kind of nousApr 14, 2014Apr 14, 2014
Kiri MilburnTravelling or just running?Words of wisdom from a wandering FrenchmanApr 5, 2014Apr 5, 2014