7 mn read Thirty years ago at 40, I was regularly travel writing for the Independent and without ever having done any yoga before, I found myself on a 10 day Ashtanga ‘holiday’ in Crete. And blimey was I thrown in at the deep end. This was before Madonna started doing it. In 1993, yoga was still recherche […]
6 mn read Ever since I was a child, I have had a love-love relationship with food. I come from a Jewish family and anyone who is Jewish or knows anything about Judaism knows that every celebration involves food. Passover, the breaking of the Yom Kippur fast, and Purim, all are food-related holidays. Add birthdays, graduations, anniversaries and […]
5 mn read I wish there were free public classes in household economising. My upbringing in remote North West England taught me a great deal about thrifty living. Our only heating was solid fuel, wood from the land, and anthracite delivered periodically by a muscular man in a leather tunic, face black with coal dust, who’d dump a small […]
2 mn read We have a saying here in England, ‘An ounce of prevention, is worth a pound of cure.’ With this in mind, I felt at my age, it was time to get to my doctor’s and have a prostate exam. I had been putting this off for ages and ignoring constant advice from my significant other. […]
6 mn read Gerry Herman, 66, wrote this piece when he was in his mid-40s about his father who was 71. He explained that at that point ’71 seemed much older than it does now’.
6 mn read The next thing was the tests and the MRI scans, until eventually the GP sat me down and handed me the letter he had received from the hospital and said ‘maybe you had better read this.’
4 mn read I’m a swimmer. A pool swimmer. I’m proud to be part of a world – a swimmer’s world – where etiquette and codes of conduct prevail…
9 mn read Foolish me. I presumed I had it under control at 85. I planned to live for about ten more years and then, in my mid-90s, die of a heart attack.
6 mn read Each generation leaves a legacy behind them – there are tales of love and war, myths of gods and goddesses but it is only written or oral words that can really give us a real narrative of what happened.
6 mn read I can recall the sheer excitement of seeing the first glimpses of the shining sea, the squeals of joy as the salty air rushed up to my nostrils and the utter happiness of splashing about in the water, riding on my dad’s sandy back as he swam out and then being towed back in towards the shore.
