naomi duguid

My last post was about transformation, the transformation of the space we live in by cleaning and music. Perhaps it’s the spring air and al...

The back doors are open onto the garden, letting in the cool morning air. It's promising to be a scorcher today, a late June kind of da...

The miracle of laptops means that I can be sitting here in the dappled shade in Kensington Market, sipping an americano, hearing the garbage...

My hands are chilly as I write this, as if it were a wintry day. Along with many people, I've found it difficult and uncomfortable to a...

Late last night as my taxi turned down my street, in through the open window came the heady scent of May on Henry Street, a mingling of ches...

Such a momentous date April 30, the day Saigon fell. And this year it marks thirty-five years since that sad and tumultuous and disturbing ...

It's full moon day and I feel the impulse to post a little something... I realised after posting my last contribution that I had forgot...