LUPUS IN FLIGHT

They disappear the girls, But it's the men who blur, for me. Whose father, did what, when, With whose aid, why - I care less Ab...

It is the spring equinox today, and all around the world Parsis, Zoroastrians and Iranians are celebrating Nav Roz, or No Ruz, which trans...

It is almost March. Half an hour to go, and we are in the middle of a snowstorm. My toes were frozen in the car a few minutes ago but our ...

First their eyes met, then they danced, and then decades of moon phases (and poems by their daughter) later... Two rabbits sat upon ...

I've never done a round up of a year before... maybe a little hopeful contemplation as the year floats away that I did alright, I wasn...

We thought it would come quietly, the final bend in the road; we shored ourselves up, with pots of tea, evening crackers and Sunday ni...

Today the new cover of British Vogue under the new leadership of Edward Enninful was released.  While many people have expressed p...

I think I know this: I could be happy at 80. Or perhaps 81,  When I am safely on board.  This being in my thirties Is neith...

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)...