Nonfiction

September 27th, Sunday, Daylight — I can be certain of no more in this whiteout. Fortunes change. Two nights ago, I slept with a hot water…

Losing the excess weight from my bag took less time than I imagined. With a new road map of a trek through New Mexico, Arizona, Utah and…

Standing at the bottom of Steep Hill, looking up. Brightly decorated shops line the route. People mill about, cameras at the ready. One of…

Sunday 7 o’clock in the morning. The children are still sleeping, I can’t somehow. I’m going downstairs with my head full of fabulous…

Evelyn feels invisible. She may as well be.

Narrative non fiction

We’ve been to lucky to set up our new home just outside Florence, a rental apartment carved out of a beautiful old villa. It’s 15th or 16th…

Memories of Growing Up in the Arctic

And so, back. Down. To Earth. Where I belong? This, my home? This desert wilderness of beauty and voluptuousness, this abundance of colour…