Sincerely I promise this will not morph into a mummyblog. Eeek. But there’s a time to recognise unexpected gifts that my kids give me, and nod at the pile of things I am thankful for. Number one, or close to it, is the current moment. The Now. Man, I’ve practiced yoga since 1996, and didn’t […]
I just wrote my first car crash. I killed three people. It feels awful.
Socially distant. Looking backwards. It’s a story about a bowl.
