Boy Z is sleeping for England this afternoon, so much so that I’ve found myself at a loss. I’ve even cleaned the toilets, something that it rarely crosses my mind to do. I’m grateful for this one day a week I take off with my son – it’s a day to take stock, to take [...]
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So sleep tight baby, unfurrow your brow
Tom Petty’s first solo album, “Full Moon Fever”, always reminds me of Florida. More aptly, of leaving Florida. It came out in the spring of 1989, during the waning days of my time in high school. It was the soundtrack to my last summer in the Sunshine State – spent restless, irritable and discontent, waiting [...]
Buckle-up and endure now baby
This is it.
I knew that something was wrong about six weeks ago when I buttoned my jeans one morning, pulled my belt into its standard well-worn hole and headed down to make a coffee. My pants slid down around my hips about halfway down the stairs.
Men of a certain age – my age – who [...]
Put it away and check out for the day (v.3)
OK. Let’s try this one more time. I’ve written this damn post three times and published it and unpublished it twice. Apparently when you publish things on the internet and then unpublish them, they don’t go away permanently. This both annoys me and freaks me out. Depending on which version of this post you’re reading [...]
The problem with faith is like the problem with doubt
I’m two years old as a blogger today. It’s my Blogday. My Bloggiversary*. Whatever you want to call it. A Thursday in midwinter.
For me, one of the most tedious type of post is the navel gazing ‘blogging about blogging’ variety. But it is my party and I’ll be narcissistic and self-indulgent if I want to. [...]
I came in here for the special offer, a guaranteed personality
Within a single hour yesterday I reveled in one of my proudest moments as a father and muddled through one of my most frightening.
The former – I taught the boy to catch. He was born with a ball in his hand. He’s got a thunderbolt of an arm already, but hasn’t picked up the elusive [...]
Would you hold it near as it were your own?
It starts out as an exploratory, “Bubba?”, soft and hesitant.
And then a more demanding, “Bubba?!?”
Finally, bellowed, with all his little lungs behind it, “BUBBA!!!”
And that shout snaps me out of my daydream. I turn my eyes to Boy Z who is pointing at a magpie recently taken to flight, no doubt due to an unexpected [...]
Warm buttered is good. Oh, let’s just digest.
Watching the rain come in off the Gulf this morning, it became abundantly clear that summer is over in South Australia.
As my mind starts to clear, as the load of a job that went is lifted from my shoulders, I’m realizing that I spent a lot of the summer with my jaw clenched. I let [...]
Throw me in the fire and I won’t throw a fit
I wasn’t going to write this post. I said to myself, ‘Self, you’ve written enough about this work thing. Everything isn’t all about you. People are sick of you moaning about work. Move on.”
But then I realized that one of my selves was a moron, because what is my blog about if not me? For [...]
An open letter to a stay-at-home-Mum
This one may not go down well, considering the demographics of my readership.
As a general rule, I try to avoid getting sucked into comment stream dramas – mostly because I have better things to do with life. In most cases, I don’t even go back to a post after I’ve left a comment, just in [...]
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