Last month I stayed in a hotel room the shape and colour of a TicTac and only slightly larger. … [Read more...] about This is Not a Drill
The Lake Swimmer
For S.P. on the occasion of her half-centennial. … [Read more...] about The Lake Swimmer
Detour Along the Road Not Taken
The jolt and hum of the train, the green hills smudging past and, across the aisle, my nieces—two coltish girls on the thorny cusp of womanhood. … [Read more...] about Detour Along the Road Not Taken
Springtime’s Most Rambling Metaphor
Three times in as many weeks: hail. Pearly gemstones plinking down, making a spectacle of themselves, just when we all thought the day might clear. … [Read more...] about Springtime’s Most Rambling Metaphor
Times I’ve Almost Died
When the shaking started, I was deep, deep down—cocooned in a dream that was yanked away from me when terror plunged its greedy hand into my sleep and hauled me spluttering towards the surface. … [Read more...] about Times I’ve Almost Died
Something After Nothing
It’s true, I’m employed again. … [Read more...] about Something After Nothing