The view before me

I was driving down one of my favourite riverside lanes the other day on the way to one of Red Deer’s amazing green spaces, when I had a glimpse of yesteryear out one side of my car and another of futurama out the other at precisely the same time. Moseying up the...

A writer’s lament

‘I hand-delivered one of my manuscripts to Penguin Random House Ireland when my sister and I were in Dublin. No luck of the Irish – it was still rejected.’ After last week’s column when I talked about my past fixation to be as accomplished as...