We’re in the garage preparing for a long-overdue run to the tip. Logs are piled in scant preparation for a hard winter that may well be more severe than we care to think about. My son hauls a filthy sports bag down from a shelf next to boxes of an album I made a decade […]
Chocolate Puddings And A Scarcity Mindset
Sitting at the dining table with empty plates in front of us I can feel the dog lying on my feet out of sight, hopeful. A familiar discussion strikes up. “How many chocolate puddings are left?” my son asks his girlfriend. “I think there are two. How many have you had?” “I had one yesterday. […]
Making Tiny Imperceptible Changes
The sticky overwhelming night bears down on me making sleep all but impossible. The dog shifts from place to place, the floor, the bed, downstairs, the bed, the floor, always picking her way around the cool mat, the one place she might find some peace. I consider curling up on it myself. A tall broad […]
Dealing With The Trauma Of A Trauma
Last weekend my son sustained head trauma. Someone punched him so hard it broke his mastoid and, as he fell he hit and cut his head. For two days there was blood coming from his ear, he couldn’t keep a glass of water down, and he was so dizzy he couldn’t get himself off the […]
Talking About Statues
“What do you think of the statues being taken down?” I ask my children while we’re doing the washing up. “I don’t know why we have statues at all,” says my daughter. “It’s hard to know where to draw the line. I guess nobody is all bad,” I say. My son is straight back with, […]
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