Dreaming about X

I dreamt about my friend X last night. I don’t think I normally dream about him, and don’t recall having … More

What drives you?

‘What drives you?’ ‘I’ve only just woken up!’ I say to the book. ‘Don’t care. It’s morning. Work to be … More

The thing about having cancer was that it was pretty obvious what was going on. I had been feeling fairly … More

This blog would be nothing without its readers. Thank you to everyone who stopped by, made a comment or a … More

I had bumped into a friend at the cash machine. We greeted each other, as we always do, with a … More

Writing my way through bereavement I don’t approve of death. I’m with Edna St Vincent Millay: I am not … More

Don’t Think About A White Horse Coming closer, he turns out to be you – or nearly. Once you … More

because of the words and because of the books because of the woman in the anorak at the swimming baths … More

Medicine The black hair of my Chinese doctor gleams like combed ink as he leans over his desk, with quick … More