I am not the job

Perspective. It can be changed by something as subtle as the way the light falls on something you see every day, which can suddenly transform it from the banal to a thing of beauty; or the more epiphanic moments that completely alter your point of view. For years I have looked at my life from one…

On not losing confidence in my writing

Writing, being the solitary pursuit it is, does not allow for that constant affirmation that one gets from the more conventional careers. Success for a writer, especially an unpublished writer, as a result, can be this elusive notion which can play havoc with one’s confidence. There are days when I feel like a writer. When the…

On being a feminist in a traditional role

I have never defined myself as a feminist. It is simply an identity I embraced, whilst still in my teens, without truly evaluating its significance during those formative years. What I knew about feminism was gleaned off a brief and fairly vague description of the movement in a history book. From those short chapters at…

Au revoir, France

Six weeks ago my children and I left France for good. We left behind an apartment with our furniture, clothing and books still to be packed away, and in part it almost felt like we were slinking away from a place that had been our home for four years. We came back from our Summer…

On being left behind

One of my friends, who had been in France for three years, left this year. Why is this  significant  given the peripatetic nature of this life? It isn’t really, because you realise after a few years of doing this over and over that it is best to remain on an even keel each time you bid another farewell. What it does highlight is how unaffected I have become to the partings of friends I hold dear.

On explaining our migrant status to my nine-year old

Immigration-300x199One would have to be living under a rock to be unaware of the migrant crisis facing Europe at the moment. For a while, it was all we saw on television, then Greece’s woes became more pressing. But once again media coverage has shone its spotlight on the plight of people from Africa and the Middle East making that perilous journey to reach Europe’s shores. It is hard to switch off, change channels – or do whatever it is one could do to bury their head in the sand and wish this reality away.

I have never been one to shield my children from the realities of the world by not letting them watch the news. Which was how I found my son glued to the television, as once again, France24 covered yet another story of a boat sinking off the coast of Italy. Even though we hear it more often than we should, it has not numbed us to the tragedy of the lives lost there. And for this I am glad.

Taking stock and readying myself for ‘les vacances’

Funny how when everyone is winding down and readying themselves for their two months of vacation, I feel at my most inspired. I want to spend at least four hours – plan big! – writing everyday; to finish reading a book every two weeks; to go to an art exhibition every week; to try a new restaurant once a week; to write an opinion piece once a week; in between finding ways to keep my children entertained – whilst still letting them use their own imagination – and whilst all the while pondering the insanity of the northern hemisphere’s two month long summer vacation.

When a default is not quite a default

 I have been watching the news and the reporting on Greece’s situation – at the moment the highlight is on it now officially being in arrears with its debt payments to it creditors. It is amusing to see the euphemism being applied to what is effectively a ‘failure to pay’ its debts being referred to…