Enough!
Enough is Enough! I have made bold statements in the past – used glorious words to decry ugly deeds believing maybe I was making a difference. Evil passing by again unnoticed, doing it’s dirty deed and all I would do was write. Today was...
Calmness in the Chaos
As I woke this morning before the alarm, I rolled towards Marina – her eyes opened as I stirred and as we have been doing recently we asked each other “did you sleep okay?” Our answers are predictable recently “not great” we have been...
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...
For a younger Friend
I saw a post by a 25 year old friend celebrating his birthday and asking for the single most important piece of advice as he gets older. Most discussed financial strategies or furthering educational choices, ways to secure his future with money...
Child Dreams
As a child I loved to lie out in the open air at night and simply look up. A mind unleashed is a wonderful thing – it allowed me to see that which was not visible. I saw stars I believed were blinking back at me, warming planets that I knew must...
Do More, Give More, Live More
I called a man today, to hear him cry. I didn’t call wanting to listen to his tears – but I knew it was inevitable. The man I called had been diagnosed with bowel cancer, and the cancer had moved to his lungs. I listened as his sobs grew...
The Greed of a Generation
I have struggled in the past few months, confronted by the crisis of truth. And that truth is – I am not smart. I like millions of others in my generation have made a franchise on our age and experience believing it made us smart, believing the...
The Obliterated Line of Journalism
For more than 25 years I was proud to call myself a journalist. I worked with people who were dedicated to two important ingredients of great reportage – be fair and be factual. Over many years we walked carefully and respectfully when reporting...
Decay with Age
I have come to understand over the past year, I am no longer afraid of dying – I just fear decaying. I’m not sure how our existent clocks are handed out or how our fate is decided. Are we born with a predetermined lifeline? Or is it all by...
Virat’s endless smile on tour of Chennai
The amazing thing about India is that even with more than 1 billion people, you can’t just blend in and shrink away from existence. The country forces you to look at all those around and in turn allow them to look at you. Your flaws and...