“That was a dumb way to die” is a line in my novel The World Between Dreams. I never expected to apply it to myself. Yet on this particular afternoon in Türkiye, the phrase surfaced more than once. I made a mistake. Then another. And another. Then a fourth. When…
Just after my soulmate died in 2020, Australia’s covid lockdown and border closures kicked in. In those black days when I was confined alone to a house that not only suffocated but threatened my very sanity, one word emerged in the darkness: Mongolia. During the crazy hardships and challenges of…