The art of conversation with almost-strangers

Generally speaking, storytellers do well at dinner parties. Like, sometimes I hear myself talking to someone I barely know, and I think, “Seriously Jo, you should shut up and tell normal stories.” But I love telling stories, and I love hearing them. And I have a guilty pleasure in matching the best stories from my…

Thoughts from the journey between homes

I shared this musing on my instagram over the last few days, and here it is collated 🖤🖤🖤🖤 Thoughts from the journey between homes | Parts 1 to 6 Seeing our sun chase the rim of the planet from the wing of an aircraft at the end of a long journey washes in a cloudy…

The problem with the human race

Those moments in life when you have the delight of your own existence on this planet brushing by the existence of another that wakens all sorts of stories within you. The problem with the human race. J R Manawa. I met a man with a mind as fit as a fiddle on the bus today….

And I drank my fill

Hey world, it’s Tuesday. Already! Sometimes I feel like the world inside me is sleeping, that my imagination has fallen into an enchanted slumber of Briar Rose proportions, while the me in this real, physical world is lost and oppressed, when life gets hard in one area, there’s always a knock on effect where creativity…

A tick in all the boxes

Chapter three of our tale, in which we deal with the “meet cute”, except it wasn’t that cute….. An Undead Christmas Carol. J R Manawa. A tick in all the boxes. … After the birthday boy had been laid to rest in his perfect white coffin with the silver handles and dark blue satin interior,…