I WAS BORN into the afterglow of post-war Britain. The year was 1958. Food rationing had ended only four years previously. Coal rationing, however, remained in force. At that time, men's hats bore brims not peaks. Front doors were often left unlocked. By the time I reached my formative years in the 1970s, the world …
Why Saying “Hi” Still Matters THERE IS something almost quaint about the idea of greeting a stranger. A brief 'hello' exchanged on a pavement, a nod to a passing walker, a smile offered without expectation. In an age of constant purported connectivity, such moments can feel oddly subversive—small acts of recognition that dissolve detachment and …
RAVEN MOON 