Coming Home Isn’t a Backlog to Clear

Coming Home Isn’t a Backlog to Clear

I arrive home from a week of driving, exploring, walking, cycling, and running, and I know immediately that I’m tired in a way that has nothing to do with my legs — closer to a depleted battery than a hard workout. The causes are specific enough to name: a week...
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 Cheap Flight That Cost More Than the Ticket

The Cheap Flight That Cost More Than the Ticket

Two hours late, which for the last flight of the day out of a budget airline isn’t really a delay so much as a scheduling assumption everyone quietly accepts. By the time I cleared the airport I’d missed the bus to where I’d parked the car, so...
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...