“More than a badger”

‘Tis the season of the end-of-semester deadline, of the darker morning, and the even darker evening. For some of us…

Coming to terms

Making my way through Oxford’s monumental streets, early on a crisp October day, as the sun is casting her good…

Réveillon in the Alps

Today I spent a New Year’s Eve like no other. This morning saw me make the ascent of a mountain…

July Joy

July is National Ice Cream Month (at least in the United States). For me, the arrival of July is the…

The Time of Our Lives

We watched the televised pictures intently as invited guests made their way across those familiar damp cobblestones, moving out of the…

An Alphabet of Trees

Maybe it has to do with the stark endurance of this year’s winter, but I’ve been looking a lot at…

Beginning to write

There is something wonderful about the concentration etched on the face of a child, pencil in hand, tracing graphite on…

Wonders never cease

‘But you must understand that everything happens to an artist; time is always redeemed, nothing is lost and wonders never…