Parents, they grow up so fast

The taxi dropped me off just after midnight. I’d been working my first night shift at the paper. Mum had left the door on the latch and gone to bed. I spotted an expensive looking pottery book on the side table as I walked in. The classes were obviously going well. Gracie hopped to when…

Starting

This is the fourth time I’ve written an introduction for a blog. I’ve never released one of my own. I’ve been in Barcelona four months now and promised myself a site before I arrived. I’m running out of excuses for the delay. I promise a piece a week. I’m not sure what that means yet. If I…