2021 Grateful 52

Goodbye, 2021. I’m ever so glad to see the back of you. It’s been a tumultuous one. Lots of ups and downs with long troughs

There’s something about Christmas that prompts people to get in touch, to reach out, to check in.

I’m not a great one for Christmas. I don’t like the manic consumerism and the fuss and the pressure to enjoy it and have a

In between reports, having finished one on a proposal to amend the UK’s social security system and before embarking on a rewrite of an employee

Renovation. Stress. Stress. Renovation. The only thing that has kept me sane in the last year or so is knowing that I’ll have more space.

Back in my Alaska days when the nearest coffee shop was as close to my house as the office was, but in the opposite direction,

I grew up on American TV shows like Little House on the Prairie where the kids went to bible class or bible school before church

Moving from small-town Alaska, I craved city life. I wanted to be able to go to museums and art galleries. I wanted to have access

I was never a great one for poetry. I’m haunted by memories of childhood recitations. Having a stammer of sorts means that there are times

I almost missed autumn. I keep forgetting to go outside. I start the day with great intentions but then I lose track of time and

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