DiplomacyBites – because diplomacy often bites.
I’ve spent decades in the foreign service. Sat through the briefings. Attended the summits. Listened to the speeches. Written some of them. Watched governments pretend, collapse, reinvent themselves, and repeat the cycle—always with a slogan in hand and a blind spot in mind.
I was never the type to blog. I didn’t post much. Kept opinions to myself. You learn to do that in diplomacy. It’s safer. And let’s be honest—most of the time, it didn’t seem worth the effort. The world didn’t need another opinion.
But then came a shift. Not a revelation. More like a final nudge.
I’m a father of four. My youngest daughter was born late in life—a joyful afterthought, a gentle interruption to a career on autopilot. And suddenly, the silence started to feel like a luxury I couldn’t afford.