My Imminent Death

Now don’t be alarmed, but I’ll probably be dead when you read this. By the time this baby goes to print, I will be up an Austrian mountain with no fricking clue what I’m doing. I don’t know how it slipped my mind for two months that I was going on a free press trip…

Shyness in the Fatherland

It’s my last morning in the Fatherland. Austria. Origin of Haslers, playground of lederhosen, yodelling spot of Julie Andrews, and birthplace of the world’s biggest villain, Arnold Schwarzenegger. Not really. Hitler, obvs. My great great grandfather came from this great land, so I’ve been keeping half an eye peeled for Haslerian lookalikes that might be…

Paupers & Visionaries

I used to devour books of quotations as a teenager. They served as little tasters for the world; what would I be, what would I think and feel, love and do. One of the quotes I’ve always remembered was “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but…

Waiting To Know

The question “when are you going to have a baby, Sadie?” is like coleslaw. I get it about twice a week. People who barely know me feel fine asking it irrespective of whether they know I can or want to. They come straight in with the “when?” It seems it’s open fodder for anyone who…