Every year I try to pin Christmas down – an atmosphere, a perfect gathering, a woodland walk on a crisp December day. Maybe it’s none of those or perhaps all of them. You see, that’s the thing about the festive season,...
Read MoreOn the sunniest days in Southern California, my mind takes me to the dark underbelly of Victorian England conjured up in one of the most chilling scenes in Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. Scrooge sees a vision of the future in...
Read MoreThe pitiful-looking guy who kept talking to himself seemed like he was mentally ill, or an addict. He was facing a charge for second-degree robbery. He was not the only one on trial. Thirty-five of us had been summoned for...
Read MoreThe other day I fell into a random conversation, the way that we Northerners often do, with two fellow commuters on a Los Angeles train. One was a Mexican guy who, like many Mexicans, can’t afford a car, but had a bicycle. The...
Read MoreAs you may have already noticed, I like to big up women who play sport. Not only for potential spectators of all genders, but more specifically in the hope that it will encourage other women and girls to have a bash. After all,...
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