How does one talk about death to a man who is infirm? What does one say? So many of my teenage years were at their house, listening to CF’s father talk about unions, mathematics, and with me, writing. Her parents were “cool enough” back then to allow both girls and boys to hang out in... Continue Reading →
What are the chances?
Upon a great tide, one fine day, I was given a piece of advice that I liked. "You will always need to make new friends once every five years. Not only because some of the old ones will move away, but also because there are some really wonderful people in the world." And ta-da, I... Continue Reading →