LUPUS IN FLIGHT

My friend Colette and I spent a few hours earlier this month recording a conversation we had about life with auto-immunity, the complex re...

Happy National Poetry Day! I recited two poems at the Addenbrooke's hospital chapel, which Mum recorded (albeit slightly shakily)...

Thursday 28th September at 12:30 - 1:30 in the Addenbrooke's hospital chapel. Are you free? Oh, I haven't told you why... It...

Carl Brandien Hurricane at Tarpon Bend, September 15, 1945 That rumbling rolling Coming from thunder sound - The storm is about t...

Evening. The sun has set, I think. The day has faded away, and I haven't really paid attention. The twins left this morning en route t...

You know how all of us, or is it only some of us, are plagued by and plague each other by asking the perennial question, 'So, what do...

When we were little and Dad was teaching us the surahs, he encouraged my brothers and I to choose a favourite surah, one we could feel we ...

You could crick your neck in here, Waiting for their arrival. The slats let little in. Light From the other side is thin. Every foot...

Most of my friends know by now that I am the sort of movie watcher who almost attends a film school of her own, so dedicated am I to catch...

The first was the writer, Vikram Seth. Dad called out to me to come listen. Seth was being interviewed but in between conversation he was...