July 3, 2017
“Can you scoot your fanny over, please?” my massage therapist asks me. “I beg your pardon, what?!” I say, having temporarily forgotten that in the US your fanny is your butt or your bottom. He says: “Oh, if you could just scoot over a bit for me on the massage table, that’s all”. “Oh, yes, of course!” I reply, immediately moving for him but not without starting to giggle helplessly at this “lost in translation” moment. In the UK, your...
June 23, 2017
A lot can happen in eight months. You can write a lot of blogs. Or you can write none. In my case it’s the latter. If you follow me
November 7, 2016
I’m listening to the steady rhythmic beeps of a myriad of medical machines, the scuffing of feet through the hallway behind the curtain, the chatter of nurses. My body