Sociopolitical crap / Where I Live

A Matter of Public Indecency or Private Injustice?

Several  Saturdays ago, I took in a beautiful, breezy morning while sitting at a table outside a Starbucks, sipping hot coffee and reading the latest Tana French. A young man, Caucasian, probably early to mid-20s, sat two tables away from me, doing the same. He tore hungrily into a flaky pastry, hot and fresh from the paper bag, … Continue reading


Him What Know All.

When I was a teenager, my father was stationed in the UK at RAF Lakenheath. We moved into a very old house in an even older village not too far from the base, the kind of place where the the fields went on forever, and the muddy marshland of the Fens sank the slackers. Everyone there (apart from the other … Continue reading