Dear Yuri, Greetings from what we call “the new Sudan” and I must admit, even as an introvert person, I miss the outside world. Also, Ramadan Kareem...
Dear Yuri, Sometimes, I think the world needed these hard times just for us to understand the value of a simple hug. If you ask me, what I miss the...
Dear Yuri I don’t often look out of my window. But I know that many look in. They see me dance for I am a dancer, They see my paint for I am an...
Dear Yuri, Now this is a story all about how My life got flipped turned upside down And I’d like to take a minute so just sit right there...
Dear Yuri, I write from a tiny island that longs for the gift of travel again; an island that is so greatly dependent on tourism that many of our...
Dear Yuri, The window is clean. In this sparkling spring, the London winter had grimed the panes with a gritty layer, hazing the sun as it hoists...
Dear Yuri I was driving back to London from the Outer Hebrides, where I was ten days into a six-week RSA art residency on the island of Lewis. Due to...
Dear Yuri, I am taking hot baths then cold showers at 4pm or 11am; unbridled luxury. I sometimes make faces out of leftover vegetables, cook, eat...
Dear Yuri, As a young girl, I wanted to be an astronaut to see how the earth could be still. Well, I now have a glimpse of it. What’s ironic is that...