An adrenaline shot excites my heart, but my throat tightens; I’m unwilling to talk. Why is someone interviewing me? I’m not planning to re-join the ranks of the employed anytime soon, so this can’t be a job interview. But maybe I’ve become a famous author, or...
I quit Social Media in 2017. It was too good and so bad. Months later, we adopted our white German shepherd from a dog rescue. When we met him, after a short get-to-know-you walk on the lead, I opened his mouth and put my hand inside. He froze and gave a crazed roll...
Some still had their ties on, their flabby florid faces jiggling with each laboured step, blood-shot eyes squinting at the setting sun. All but two wore suits, bulging bellies bursting over spindly legs covered by expensive, tailored fabric that gathered warm, red...
In a child’s bedroom peppered with an explosion of popular tiny plastic toys, tucked at the back of the walk-in wardrobe, I keep a large, battered, old trunk. Its clasps are so rusty that I hurt my fingers when I try to prise them open. I put this decrepit trunk in...
Following the recession of the early nineties, I felt the weight of parental expectation to ‘make the most of your potential’ and choose a proper job. Unlike their wishes for me, my parents’ careers had veered from law to fruit farming and hypnotherapy meandering back...
