Looking After A Very Sick Child Was

To Be Well In Your Mind You Have First To Be Free.

When I Reached Fort Binjemma, For Example, Where My Grandfather Was Stationed For A While, The Whole Victorian Fort Was Decaying. Barbed Wire Surrounded It, Spray Paint On The Ancient Walls Claimed It As Private Property, And The Moat Where My Grandfather And His Men Had Grown Crops - In Desperation As The Siege's Hunger Bit - Was Completely Overgrown With Bushes And Trees.

Horror In Your Country Is Something You Take A Dose Of To Remind Yourself That You Are Not Suffering From It.

There's What People Say, And There's What People Mean, And I Like To Explore The Difference Between The Two.

There Was No Quick Grief For Andrew Because He Had Been So Slowly Lost. First From My Heart, Then From My Mind, And Only Finally From My Life.