Author: Shelley Wood

I like your hair,” my friend told our harried waitress, who could have smoothed a fast hand over...

Forget your many pots on the burner, lines in the water, irons in the fire: I am going to tell you...

An ever-growing number of museums, monuments, and amusement parks have announced that visitors...

Thirty years ago, my mum put my brother and I on a plane in Vancouver to meet my father in...

Shelley’s attempt to escape her instant information addiction has some interesting side effects...

Shelley shares the horror of a devastating bike accident that changes lives, and her outlook. We...

The last time I took a piano lesson, people were pointing bulldozers at the Berlin Wall. I haven’t...

Escape from cyber “friend”-ship Quitting Facebook is probably the hardest thing I’ve done this...