THE SMALL THINGS

I laughed. I cried. I absolutely refused to wear black. I wore a mad dress covered in butterflies, and my mother’s pearls. There was a lot o...

The Sister says: ‘Did you ever write that book about what to do when your dad and your dog die?’ My beautiful black dog died four years ago...

The dancing mare could not quite make history. Treve did not win the Arc. Golden Horn did, with a glorious, imperious burst of power, under ...

Another of the great old gentlemen has gone. My father had three sisters, all very glorious and splendid in their different ways. One of the...

I woke to blinding sunshine and ridiculously loud birdsong, as if the local avians were having some kind of arcane competition. I arrived at...

I was going to give this post the title: The Answer to Everything. Obviously, that would be crazed hyperbole, so I restrained myself. Howeve...

You would think by now that I would have got used to being an idiot. I have a fairly high level of folly. Some of it I am aware of; some of ...