The Noticing Self

How life seeps into memoir and memoir seeps into life

This week I went to a Christmas party and drank fizz. The host whirled around the dance floor in her sequin jumpsuit, sparkle and spots of colour gliding across her face, and Prashad and I stood on the side-lines chatting to nice people and cuddling. I’ve noticed that we hug a lot at parties. I think it’s because our daily lives are so full to the brim …