As a kid, I was taught that leadership is a service role. It’s a position that exists to offer support and builds people up to fulfill their potential, and as a whole, move toward a common purpose.
Pandemic Notes: the shockwaves of future grief are so great, they’re already propagating into my here, now.
So, tonight, I've experienced unsettling turbulence as I've tried to follow and understand news. First, that bone-deep dread is starting to be called due across both my countries. We've been watching this wave for a long time, and it's arrived. A thousand people have...
Pandemic Notes: I don’t think America needs to kill that many people.
According to these datasets the NYT published: China had 3,300 deaths from 80k infections, and now has fewer than 100 recent new cases. They suppressed the worst if the infection so far. South Korea had nearly 10,000 cases, around 150 deaths, and around 100 recent new...
At least once, those bags contained pretty much everything I owned.
A friend of mine posted a photo: his bags, badly lit by soul-sucking strip lights of airports, train stations, and the night bus. It looks dreadful, and he's jetlagged to shit, no doubt. He's knackered, gone through customs, queues, ticketing and had eaten God-knows...
Just type: How I miss Ludlow
How I miss Ludlow. A brace of pheasants in the feather for less than a fiver – hanging from one of Ludlow's five local butchers. Each dwelling in a building made by medieval tradesmen. Cobblestones, of course, usually damp, with overhanging late-medieval timbers...
I thought I’d be wearing a robe or something.
“So, this just swings over your jacket, and just hook this bit under your… where’s your tie?” The spindly man from Ede and Ravenscroft held some form of heavy, black wool cloth and cordage out to me. “I’m not wearing one. I don’t own one. Wait, do I need a tie to...
Memory is a long-exposure photo
Memory is a long-exposure photo. Things that move the least hold the best focus. Picture a room from your childhood home. Parts of it are so clear, you almost feel you could turn a corner and be there. Your fingers feel the texture of those curtains, and you notice...
Cally Road’s king and I
Thing is, despite the many people, none gave me a second look. And, I'd never looked more guilty of breaking and entering in my life. "Ah, Zak!" I could hear the k in the way he said my name."I forgot to put a microwave in your flat. You want one, yes?" "Actually,...
A spoon carver’s progress
There it is on my Facebook wall. 3 years ago today: I'm squirming at a photo of this spoon I carved from a bit of ash. Nothing about this piece is any good at all. If I were gracious, I'd call it asymmetrical. But, really, it's lopsided. The walls are thick, clunky....