If you don't quite know if you're an introvert or an extrovert, there are tests you can take online. They ask you questions like: "The thought of being around other people makes me feel: (a) Alive! (b) Exhausted." There should be a third option: Full of dread. I think COVID has proven to be the... Continue Reading →
My daughter recently had to write an essay on her biggest fears. She chose Styrofoam and assassins, in that order. The latter because we had just watched a James Bond movie, the first because just the thought of it sends shivers down her spine. Stop for a second and think of the sound, of the... Continue Reading →
I’m in an office, cement floors and recycled air and the ever-present hum of something toiling away behind the pockmarked ceiling panels. My bones are restless. To my right there is a window that doesn’t open. Beyond it, the top of a small tree. Small compared to the giant evergreens rooted in the forest not... Continue Reading →
A couple of years ago I decided to curate my Instagram feed. That's what they call it - curating . As thought it were a collection of ancient and priceless paintings gathering dust in a museum somewhere rather than a group of ashwagandha-pushing influencers and people I used to go to high school with. It... Continue Reading →
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