I read, I write, I tell stories. If you ask my friends they’ll tell you I’m extremely extra; a dinner party cannot simply be a dinner party at my house, it will be a night to remember.
San Gimignano is a small town in Italy, a medieval walled town surrounded by an outer newer town. Like allContinue Reading
It was 3am on the 15th of March and I couldn’t sleep. I’d just wrapped up a call with aContinue Reading
We journey out of our comfort zones that we may learn about the wider world. The world is big andContinue Reading
Sometimes I don’t think we know how good we had it growing up; the more I remember those days, theContinue Reading
There is a conversation buzzing around, a larger conversation that ought to be had but keeps circling the periphery, itContinue Reading