On the morning of 11 March 2020, I took the train in to London. I disembarked at Waterloo, walked across the Hungerford Bridge, crossed Trafalgar Square and opened the door to the Institute of Directors. It was a trip I … Continue reading A million minutes ago
I am an extrovert. I am not always grateful for this. Sometimes I try to relate to others through my own experiences, and I don’t listen well. I get really enthusiastic and that’s not always appreciated. I can be too … Continue reading Finding my way back
When we first moved to England nearly twenty years ago, we settled in a house along the river. After 13 years there, the house flooded and after 18 months of renovation, we left, unable to see the Thames floating by … Continue reading The distance between us
For 49 years it worked quietly in the background, unannounced and unnoticed. If I even considered my heart, it was clinical – a piece of me I knew I had but relied on without further thought. Not separate to the … Continue reading A matter of the heart
Sometime in 2020 Richard took over caring for our house plants. He rounded up the few we had dotted around the house, repotted them, and started looking after them properly. Maybe it’s the app he’s using or maybe it was … Continue reading I’m worried Charles IV is dying
This morning I was listening to a back episode of Desert Island Discs while I cleaned my flat. It was a show with Tom Hanks, and near the end as he was being cast away, he talked about the difference … Continue reading Loneliness and solitude
We are apparently starting a new chapter in the Covid fight today, one that involves ignoring the situation, getting on with life and letting some people die. This week Richard and Maddie watched Eternals – the new Marvel movie on … Continue reading New chapter in the same bad book
My dear friend in Seattle gave me a meditation app for Christmas. I know the science behind meditation and occasionally have done a session with someone that has been really powerful, but deep in my heart I’m a bit of … Continue reading Metaphor and life
I just realized another downside of living alone: I locked myself out of the flat. I went out this morning for my run like any other day, but neglected to pick up the keys that were sitting next to the … Continue reading The £100 morning run
The last time I felt this sense of foreboding I was 13 and sitting in a Middle School biology class with Mr Shoemaker. It had been a stormy morning and the wind gusts had been causing the school windows to clatter. We were Kansas kids, so we knew what it meant when the winds died down and the sky turned green. For months now, I have been lonely but not afraid. I knew what to do to keep myself safe and endured that to buy time while they developed better treatments and the UK decided to pay for vaccine alternatives. … Continue reading Calm before the storm
Me & My All 