There’s a gentle breeze floating in through my window, carrying the sound of birdsong, accompanied by the most beautiful sunshine. It’s easy to forget there’s a war raging outside. One…
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When I was 6 years old, I dreamt of being a substitute teacher (yes, a substitute teacher!) or an artist when I grew up. I didn’t become a teacher. And…
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Last month, I talked about wandering down memory lane with a friend. Since that post, the weeks have been filled with coffee dates and catch ups with people who resurfaced…
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There’s another storm coming through London. It’s mid-afternoon as I write this, and the sun still hasn’t shown itself. If it wasn’t for the occasional fluffy white cloud giving us…
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