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Turkey

In the summer of 1989, Dad and I went on a two week holiday to Turkey. I was 11, he was 54. We shared a small, basic room in a rather faded hotel. There were frequent power cuts in the town, including one on the night of our arrival. Possibly as a result of being [...]

Eat the Pasta

So many memories of Dad, in the form of people and places. More living than writing this week. Walking around London on a mild, sunny afternoon, the urge to call him is a physical ache. I almost reach for my phone and a little electric shock of realisation stops me. He never lived here and [...]

Past Tense

I have been meaning to post this piece, a personal essay which I actually wrote several years ago, for a while. But it was originally written in the present tense and when I reread it, it just didn’t sound right now that Dad is gone. So I sat down to rewrite it, and that turned [...]