One thing I notice about being a writer is that ideas which cross my mind no longer just drift through, they stay, mulch in like ...
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Rage
During a discussion (although he called it a debate) about Brexit, my Dad and I skirted around the edges of rage. I felt it well ...
Quit your job. You’ll be fine.*
I have a cold. This means a self-imposed quarantine of long, quiet days, spent waiting for recovery. The kind of sick day that ...