Fishing in the Rivers of Life

Tag: personal essay

  • I’m alright, Jack

    A piece about South Norwood, belonging and the uneasy feeling that the sudden wave of flag waving signals something far darker than simple patriotism.

  • First, They Came…

    “Son, I Hate My Job” I have an ever-abiding memory of my father, one that haunts me to this day. I remember, early one morning, bumping into him as I made my way to the bathroom. Through my bleary eyes, I could see such weary eyes, and with a look that I can still feel…