I live with acrophobia, a psychological nuisance more commonly known as a fear of heights, and which loosely translated means being scared of peaks, summits or edges. In other words, when I am in high places I am frequently and… Read More ›
Strays
The non-writerly things I burble about…
Life in the slow lane: a swimmer’s guide to the pool’s natural hazards
I like to go swimming two or three times a week, and I like to swim a length for every year I’ve been alive. Up and down I go, counting the lengths, thinking about how old I’m getting and keeping… Read More ›
