I’m never quite sure why I choose not to write so much anymore. Part of it is inevitable: I no longer find myself wading through the thick, viscous grief that … Continue reading
It’s funny how children tend to want to grow up quickly and be older than they actually are. Sometimes I think it’s as though their self worth is defined by the number of … Continue reading
The eighty-five-year-old driver who killed my wife, Desreen, was jailed today for eighteen months for causing her death by dangerous driving. He was also banned from driving for life. I … Continue reading
Four years apart but always together through memories and love.
There’s a brilliant film on BBC iPlayer by Adam Curtis called Bitter Lake. Aside from being about decades of war in Afghanistan it has nothing to do with grief. An … Continue reading
Earlier this week I overhead my colleagues talking about the London riots. ‘Can you believe it’s been five years this week?’ one asked. No, I thought, I really can’t. My … Continue reading
She walked ahead along an unfamiliar bridge over the Thames. A building at its mouth bellowed thick black and grey smoke as a fire blazed inside. The sun shone in … Continue reading