Life and death Archive
The year I was 15, my father gave me for Christmas a small jar containing strange white curds.
He said it was a yoghurt bug.
But it wasn’t like any yoghurt bug I’d ever seen.
It wasn’t the kind of present Dad usually gave me.
I consider myself lucky to have had three grandmothers. At the age of 24 I was gifted a new grandmother, Dr Mary O’Meara Pepper. I received things from my bonus grandmother that I’m only now making sense of, more than three decades later. Like, unconditional love and a sense of belonging. She
For the last six months I’ve been having the delightful experience of discovering a new favourite author. Lois McMaster Bujold isn’t a household name like Diana Gabaldon, or JK Rowling, or Charlaine Harris, or even Ursula K Le Guin. But I think she should be. Bujold has been famous for about 30
This is a post about my father, Ralph Bulmer, a man literally larger than life. Ralph died more than a quarter of a century ago, at the age of 60. My half-brother Richard, who was only four, has no memories of our father. So, Rich, this is for you. And for the
Susan Evelyn Bulmer (nee Hirsh); February 17, 1933 – October 6, 2016; Archaeologist