It is difficult for me to explain the feeling I get at the start of one of our road trip adventures. It is as though I am entering a butterfly’s cocoon, a place of safety. And when the last of the things are packed into the car and the doors clunk shut, it is then […]

These were tears of pure, unadulterated joy. For the first time, I saw my journey clearly, not as a series of obstacles and near misses, but as a life that I had constructed first to protect me from danger. A barrier against the struggles with ADHD, the childhood trauma, the oh-so-many health setbacks, but none

Then I placed it. Like an expensive men’s cologne, the faint smell of polished leather and whatever housekeeping used on the impossibly shiny marble floors was blended with the flowers. This was the smell of class. People spoke in respectfully subdued tones. My newly polished invisibility skills worked not only during my butler role. It

‘In the heart of the Okavango Delta,’ I wrote, ‘a simple yet profound lesson in relationships happens every day. A lesson of cooperation, of mutual benefit, of consultative selling, of communities living in harmony with each other’. I scribbled, ‘The Tortoise and the Butterfly’ across the top of the first page in my notebook. Like

By the time I entered the corporate world, these skills were so ingrained and had become so intuitive that I’m quite proud of my ability to read a room with a glance. I have the ability, not always accurately, but I have the ability to hear the unsaid words that are hanging in the air.

This passage, found in Chapter Three: The Passport Lottery, uses a strong metaphor to articulate the cumulative effect of systemic discrimination, showcasing high-level writing skill. But the real damage isn’t done by the big actions. It is done by a thousand small ones. The cuts that do not bleed enough to bandage but that never

From Chapter Two: Daniel’s Journey. The first seizure happened Tuesday morning. There was nothing to warn her. No fever. No strange behaviour. The normal feeding routine in a normal kitchen on a normal day.1My sister was holding the spoon when his body became rigid. His eyes rolled back, and his limbs locked in a position

My name was on the table. Printed onto a tent of crisp white card stock, the expensive kind, with black lettering. Item Seven on the agenda: Diversity and Inclusion Strategy, Middle East and Africa. I had prepared for three weeks. Data from logistics hubs across multiple continents. So many case studies.The folder was cold in