I miss my own father desperately. Sometimes everything’s fine, for months even, as I go about my independent life just as I did when he still walked this earth. Other times—like when I accidentally dial his old mobile number and someone else picks up—not so much. Sometimes it’s the art of hiding my pain, other […]
I hate that this is the third post I’ve written with this title. I wrote about Alaa’s most recent arrest yesterday. Please share, change your avatar, spread widely. Many many thanks to my colleague Hugh D’Andrade for putting these together.
Snippets of taking a phone call, feeling elated that at least some of the many hours spent trawling Craigslist for decent, paid (anything, really) writing gigs was paying off. Sitting on a brand new $300 sofa (my first new furniture, really), writing as much as possible, as many places as possible, till I collapsed. A […]