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The Boy Who Grew Up and the Magic Laundry Basket

Or Believing is Believing I have a grown-up son. Naturally, this didn’t happen overnight although I am seriously questioning my notions of time and how it’s perceived. It won’t come as a surprise to other parents with grown-up kids that it DID seem like yesterday he...

King of the Castle

Or All About Illustrators, Illusions and Imperial Eagles I’m sure it’s no secret how much I enjoy the company of castles. In a former life, I’d happily imagine myself king of some regal keep – though it’s more likely I’d have been a beggar at the gates....

A Letter from Leipzig

Or A Few Thoughts From Somewhere Near Asgard I’m writing this in Leipzig, next to the Völkerschlachtdenkmal, quite content to be here, having set off across town unable to even pronounce the interminable name, even less remember more than one or two syllables. (My...