The Stretches My Son Does When I’m Not There

The Stretches My Son Does When I’m Not There

Most evenings it looks the same. Bath, teeth, supper, and then I go into his room and stretch — nothing dramatic, mobility work mostly, one arm and one leg at a time, deliberately uneven, the kind of asymmetrical loading that forces the body to actually pay attention...
The One Thing I No Longer Change on Holiday

The One Thing I No Longer Change on Holiday

Eight years ago we drove into Montenegro on roads narrow enough that a herd of goats around any blind corner was the normal hazard, not the surprising one. We’d flown in and rented a car, and even then it was hours of mountain driving to get anywhere. Deserted...