“One day it will change, I have to believe that”

I’m still writing regularly, but it’s become very introspective, which has been extremely interesting for myself but I don’t particularly feel the need to share everything that I’ve discovered. It’s good to keep some cards close. However, this blog’s still here, just ticking away, a little time capsule of Calais. Recently, I took a case…

Anger

“My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.”

Tick Tock

We drive long, winding country lanes, empty of other cars, through rolling green hills, over model railroad bridges, trees stretching to the early evening sky. Our destination: an old 19th century hunting lodge deep in the countryside. A group of men stand outside smoking, surrounded by midges in the cool June air, looking out over…