1. Last September on the Camino de Santiago pilgrim trail, I found myself about-facing, hobbling back to the cathedral city of Leon. Along with my shin splint – I didn’t know what that was either – I was leper-like, coveredRead more…
Homelands, and the romance of belonging
The book I have reread most is The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri. I think I’ve read it about twenty or so times. It’s the story of an Indian boy who is born in America and gets given the pet nameRead more…
How can I help you?
Her short grey hair is flattened in places, and sticks out in others, as if she’s eternally just-risen from a couch nap. She’s skinny, and her head is unstable, like a tiny baby’s head when it is unsupported. She wearsRead more…
Wearing your birthday suit
First Public Appearance You were born naked. Pink and screaming, covered in amniotic juices. The nice midwife and doctor washed your bare skin. They wrapped you up tightly and handed you to your mother. That was your first naked publicRead more…