Tag Archives for grief
03Mar2012
Jamie's Mum
Jamie’s mum sits next to us on our flight from the UK to Egypt. She’s 68, looks mid-50s, did facials for Olivier and Richard Harris, still rides a motorbike and is loving her retirement. “Have you been to Dahab before?” she asks. “Not for about ten years,” I say, nodding at Z, who’s absorbed in [...]
05Sep2010
Souls Growing Skywards with the Trees
At Pana, the cave graves were easy to find, half of them broken open, looming out of a granite slab in the oncoming dusk and framed by dark bamboo. The baby graves? Well, as the beautiful kids who gave us directions and made us sign the guestbook said, they were in a “big tree”. “These [...]
