gratitude

Almost four years ago, when my firstborn, Dominic, was five months old, my mother in law was carrying him down the stairs of our house in Northern Laos. She slipped…

I chatted to Mike over breakfast for a good 45 minutes this morning. In one respect, at least, this three-hour time difference serves us well. Mike can get up at…

Last Thursday I started a short series on the pursuit of happiness. That night, Mike and I walked down to the Khan River to try a new restaurant. It’s been…