As we mourn the poet, do we not mourn the loss of what he had in his keeping: a way of living that served us for aeons?
‘Take a photo of the spread,’ my mother says. ‘This way you can remember what to arrange when I’m dead.’
My grandfather was a legend – a holy vagabond whose life spanned India’s 20th century. Why did I let him elude me?
Our forward-charging culture sees regret as a sign of weakness and failure. But how else can we learn from our past?
My father rescued me time after time when I was lost in addiction. What kind of father will I be for my new daughter?
Two lands in my mind
Imaginary friends can seem to have a life of their own. Where do they go when their human creators grow up?
‘You need to fill that in, love,’ they told me at the jobcentre. Would my communist work experience count in the UK?
The art of attention
The peculiar vividness of the world becomes clear when we slow down and attend, learning to see all things anew
I still love Kierkegaard
He is the dramatic thunderstorm at the heart of philosophy and his provocation is more valuable than ever