Beneath my bed is a suitcase. Handmade. Wooden. Older than my mum. Likely older than my dad. It belonged to my grandfather. A place to lock away all his important…
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This weekend, I was fortunate enough to have a front row seat to the preview of Waiting for Anya, adapted from 1990 novel of the same name. The screening was followed…
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Since about the second week of January, I’ve been fighting on and off again with the lowest of moods. A lot of days, insomnia consumed my nights, and fear and…
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One of the things I really wanted to do in 2020 was to read more. There was a time where I’d manage four or five three-hundred-paged books and still be…
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