Tag: travelmemoir

My first backpack and the Irish

‘I need to buy a backpack. I am going to Ireland’  I announced one morning to my parents at the end of the Journalism summer term. I was 18 years old. My dad paused his espresso cup halfway to his Greek looking moustache and brushed mom with a severe look. Sat next to him, she was diving into a red watermelon…

Why do we writers write?

Because there’s a need – to make sense of our life. I write because I am a writer and like most writers, if things aren’t written down, I don’t understand them. It’s about letting a story unfold and being able to amuse me. Because if I cry and laugh and fall in love reading my stuff, I hope my readers…