My Father
This is Eric Gravenor, my Father – standing on an air strip in England during the war. He was 19 here, but had enrolled years earlier lying about his age so he could enter service. He was in the RAF and started as a tail gunner in a...
The Death of Antonio
I don’t like dusk I never have – it is where there is no escape from the ending of the day and the oncoming of darkness. It was late in the day last month when I sat beside a bed holding the hand of my friend Antonio when he turned to me...
Ted Talk Announcement
This post has been 2 weeks in the making – perhaps because a big part of me doesn’t feel worthy to write it – let alone say it. I have been asked to give a Ted Talk next year in Florida. A few years ago before cancer and before I woke up to the...