In the days before my fifty-third birthday, I’m marvelling at how young I feel, in my head. Christmas still holds some vestigial magic for me, distinct from gifting and cocktails, and the truth about Santa is a door, left ajar, in my mind. Fart jokes are still pretty funny. … [Read more...] about The Moral from Morels: A PSA
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What I Love About the Cold
What I love most about the cold is almost nothing. At best it’s an excuse for turtlenecks and soup, a day spent indoors with a book. … [Read more...] about What I Love About the Cold
Best for Drowning
Of all the sweaty things I do for the sake of my heart and brain this one is the best for drowning. … [Read more...] about Best for Drowning
Everywhere, Twinkling
It makes no sense to be thinking of my Mum when I’m out on London’s gleaming streets, except that it is a city she loved and visited many times, even crashing for a while, if memory serves, in a South London squat with her most Bohemian friend. … [Read more...] about Everywhere, Twinkling
The Big Birthday
In the decades leading up to The Birthday, there are other birthdays. One at a campground in New Zealand — a gift of possum-fur nipple warmers that I lose before getting a chance to enjoy them. … [Read more...] about The Big Birthday
The Story Ends Because
We save the volcano for last, because— Because, because, because. … [Read more...] about The Story Ends Because