There are certain books that, as a writer, I visit again and again. Some are works of fiction, some non-fiction - biographies and books about writing itself. On my desk, sit a group I revisit often. Some of the books have moved desk to desk with me for over a …
When I was eight, we almost moved to India while my father was making a film. Months in Jaipur followed by a few more in London. Everything was being planned when a WHO emergency travel advisory brought things to a halt. Suddenly, the idea of taking a five and eight-year-old …
How did you become a calligrapher? I’ve been asked more than once. And the answer is, I just sort of did, which isn’t really an answer. But it’s the best short answer I have. Once upon a time, for many years, I was a writer. It was all I wanted …
May has been just meh, but it really began to fray in April. I look forward to June after almost two months of Super Pulse that is finally resolving itself in the sort of way it began - unexpectedly and without making much sense. Tachycardia. My pulse wouldn’t slow …
I read this blog post by journalist Nate Thayer and wanted to both frame it and grab some coconut milk ice cream to eat my feelings. Perhaps I’ll do both. Thank you, Mr. Thayer. As Steve Martin once said, “Some people have a way with words….some people….not have way.” Read …