Tag: Kindness

The pram at the crossing

The station at Przemsul was frantic. The kind of dirty, smelly and noisy frantic that signals a refugee crisis… I’ve seen a few. My grandfather lived through many and made sure I knew their signature.. and what the reality was beneath the headlines. They were streaming into the central concourse of the station in their hundreds, eyes wide in terror of the unknown – … Read More The pram at the crossing

Burnt Autumn

    My mother is eighty-six years old. She looks full of vitality, though her health is challenged by a less than perfect heart and a recent diagnosis of dementia. She’s facing this bravely, in the same way she has always faced adversity. Born in 1930, her early life was dominated by extreme poverty and the 1939-45 European war. She was, in her own words, … Read More Burnt Autumn