I am taking a break from my blog. We are busy building, I am writing a book, and the spaces in between are shrinking. In the meantime, I will continue posting micro-stories and photographs on Instagram.
The humble, healthy tilapia, or bream as it’s more commonly known, is the only freshwater fish we consume here because it’s farmed next door at a state-of-the-art facility that produces a species native to th
In recent weeks we’ve had unnerving encounters with black mambas, spitting cobras and puff adders.
Time and again I return to the wisdom of John O’Donohue, an Irish poet/philosopher I first discovered when buried deep in fear and confusion amidst the gradual crumbling of my exiled life in the United States.
Chris and I are shortly off to Amalfi in Italy.
The only noise that distracted us during our short stay at La Rochelle Country House in Zimbabwe’s eastern highlands was that made by the birds.
