Torn

It’s that Friday in the month that we hold the Writers’ Café. Always a special day for me and one that I only miss if I am out of town. Nothing else keeps me away. It was back in the early 80s before I was married, before I moved abroad and I’d actually started to … More Torn

Loss and friendship

  Making frequent moves, particularly between countries, is tough. And while many folk think we live charmed lives in which the women play bridge, drink pink gin and bemoan their staff while the children make friends with monkeys and end up fluent in the local dialect, honestly, it’s not like that. It is tough. Not … More Loss and friendship