My Adopted Grandparents

It’s impossible for me to write – or think – about Kerkyra (Corfu) without thinking of my adopted grandparents. They were actually Mr Chef’s paternal grandparents and two of the most wonderful human beings I have ever met. Their names were Christos and Efthimia, but everyone knew them as Ito and Mia. Continue reading

Angry Bird

The summer my middle daughter was one year old, I again went to my family’s beautiful village on the Greek island of Corfu for a few weeks’ holiday. The worst of my depression was over, but it hadn’t left me. I was still plagued by anxiety, unexplained rage towards those closest to me, and a deep misery that I couldn’t express. My memories from that summer are hazy because of the depression, but I do remember one thing clearly, perhaps because it was the first positive thing I did for myself in a long, long time. Continue reading