I’ve been a storyteller, albeit not by that name, since I was about 6 years old. I had started school and hated it, so making me walk the long deserted road to the bus stop was probably quite a challenge for my mother. We lived close to the sea on a wonderful, small island, in a small house surrounded by …
You would not believe how often people have accused me of having a cold heart, of being unable to feel empathy or affection for anyone. Nothing can be farther from the truth, however, even if I don’t express it as they themselves do. I have most certainly loved – especially those who have accused me of being unable to. I …
I’ve written about this topic before, but during these times it seems more important than ever. We live in a world increasingly divided, or at least it feels like that to me. From an early age, I knew that I was different. It was difficult to accept, but over the years I tolerated it. It is only recently that I …
