So here I am at my laptop once again, at the end of another week, writing yet another blog. Actually, I’m on an aeroplane right now, together with my daughter, on our way to England. Our final week has come to an end. Yesterday was our last day at home, and now, at 8.47 on [...]
Have you ever yearned to hold a moment forever? To sabotage the clock, not let this precious moment go, this moment you wish could last ad infinitum … or perhaps these lasts few weeks, last few days, knowing with an unbearable sadness that they are now preceded by the unwanted adjectives, last few? Until they [...]
Before I get to the horrible bit in this blog - I mean the bit on that dark lonely street in Birmingham - let’s start all nice and innocently, shall we? September: season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, according to Keats. Children and teenagers back at school, summer almost over. Another year in the cycle [...]
Hot summery nights and syrupy thoughts … eyes closed, bedroom window wide open, crickets chirping away outrageously, as outrageously as the rejuvenated summer fantasies of this secretly smiling blogger. But no, I am not going to divulge the top-secret contents of those summer fantasies. (I just blushed at the thought of one of them.) What, [...]
SOHO SHALOM, my latest novel, revolves around the life of a feisty Jewish university graduate who works in a sex shop, Naomi Lieberman, and the Rwandan-born director of a refugee centre in Soho, John Paul Chambers. The novel opens with a hard-hitting introduction set in Kigali during the Rwandan genocide. This is counterbalanced - as the [...]
You're in my bed again, at last, tonight. You're in my home again - or maybe prison to you, but home to me - at last, tonight. The moon is out, as it was that first night; but tonight only one pair of eyes is watching it. Yours are closed as you lie fast asleep, [...]
One love to last us our entire lives. Isn’t that a beautiful thought? And isn’t it what we’re brought up to believe, right from earliest childhood? It might be influenced by our own parents as role models, if they had a happy marriage (they should be so lucky!) or, more likely, by fairy tales and [...]
