Currently reading: Bad Science by Ben Goldacre ๐
Currently reading: Bad Science by Ben Goldacre ๐
Poetry Unbound returns with a belter: Safia Elhillo’s “Ode to my Homegirls, a wonderful exploration of the essential quality of true friendship. Being There!
Finished reading: A Stranger’s Pose by Emmanuel Iduma ๐
A short but touching tribute to the recently deceased Tim Keller amongst other things by David Perrell | Friday Finds
Finished reading: The Last Colony by Philippe Sands ๐
Finished reading: In Gratitude by Jenny Diski ๐
From The Cassandra Pages | In this era of recognizing gender and sexual diversity, I think we also need to recognize that there is not one, but a multitude of ways in which the fundamental relationship of “Mother” and “Child” exists, and that while the idealized one may still be in the majority, it is not at all true or descriptive for a great many people – so, please, be gentle and aware as we celebrate Mother’s Day.
What we have instead here is planned, targeted, brilliantly enacted success. Pep Guardiola is the best manager in the world. Therefore we will buy not just Pep Guardiola, but the conditions that make Pep Guardiola work, an entire Pep Guardiola habitat. We will buy the strongest squad. There will be no variables here, just billionaire-backed certainties.. | Barney Ronay on City’s latest procession to the title
Stumbling upon Ms Adichie’s New Yorker Essay, Notes on Grief touched a sore nerve and took me way back to 2014: losing H, and the sense of being seen in reading Colm Tรณibรญn’s Guardian Essay - The Literature of Grief
Currently reading: Fantastic Numbers and Where to Find Them by Antonio Padilla ๐ | Bonus points for being a fellow Liverpool FC supporter :)
Last day of Ramadan… And hopefully the last day of being the only one on the 5am bus into work
Currently reading: Ruse by Robert Kerbeck ๐.. Surely a movie based on this is inevitable?
How to Heal: A Poem | Some days it will seem that you are getting more wounded for the searching, but this is healing.
On Leaving. Revisiting the few thoughts I had nigh on three years ago when I packed up my life and became a prodigal abroad