What is it about some people that make you feel that although they stood in the same line as you, waited as patiently as you did, they nevertheless managed to get a particularly larger slice of the budda-bing pie?
What is it do you think that makes some people complain more than others about their lot? Even if their lot were eminently better, than say, their neighbours? See, the thing about our lives is
From time to time I wonder if I met an everyday hero in the street whether I’d recognise them without their full kit on. Well, would you? Then I realise, I probably wouldn’t. Why? Because I have this caricature image in my mind of a comic book ‘super hero’ whose larger than life and able [...]
Most times when you’re growing up I can’t help thinking how little we pay attention to the details in our lives as they unfold. I was thinking about Miz who was my literary mentor many years ago now. She’s since passed away having accomplished for herself the title of novelist. She always told me,