There is no post today because of very many reasons, none that is because of this wintry weather. There is no post because my third book took me away from writing anything much last week. I’m trying to tie …
Does an eight year old fully comprehend the luxurious notoriety of a Mercedes Benz? Does she see it and think, oh here is something shiny and curvy and sleek with an interior that is a compelling story of craft, …
There were no doctors in her family tree. None. Just hunters and gatherers, teachers and masons, farmers and small scale traders, an engineer and a handful of lawyers. [What’s the collective noun for a group of lawyers, anyway? A …
I saw Samuel L Jackson at Wilson Airport yesterday. It was 6:30am and I was mooching off at the ALS terminal, waiting to catch a flight to Kilifi for work. Swanky terminal, I will have you know. Anyway, imagine …
“I don’t want a child who looks like that.” That’s what he told Rose when he first saw their infant baby, born with a cleft lip. He had come to visit the new mother and baby after all the …
