A meditation on the simplest and most painful journey of my fathers looming mortality
Sunday morning It's not looking good Daddy's getting worse, they don't know what's wrong... I have to hop a plane flying out in the morning, kids crying and me... crying for the lack of them, anxious for the lack of him. Someone near me farting on the plane, fourteen hour flight. Good lord really? Really … Continue reading Waiting for the when
I can’t erase the echoes in the ears of the lynched. And sayin' it's just a good day for a beer and a barbie, but if that was the truth, so would any other day just without the bloody remembrance.
It's university holidays, you're home with the kids, as nice as the possibility of sleeping in is, planning ahead for February is literally going to save your already paper thin sanity.
Why do we get caught up in rushing to work, rushing our children off to school, rushing to eat, rushing to fall in love? Life really does give us reminders or opportunities to stop rushing and just let life do what it has to do.
By some miracle I'm sitting in an 8:30 lecture. Just praying that I didn't leave a child at home. A conscientious account of a journalism student who is afraid of the phone.
Your final assignments are due and your children decide to make pancakes...all over the kitchen. It's a race against time, sanity and cleanliness.
It's Friday night and I'm sitting on the lounge with my youngest daughter who's dancing on the lounge as Eddie Murphy's donkey sings out "I'm a believer". This is about the third time she's watched Shrek tonight. Bad mother you say... hmmm yeah maybe, but she's been happy relaxing in here while her momma has … Continue reading Never too much Shrek
What if you woke up one day... let's say today, and decided everything was going to be different?
I've wanted to say something all week, but have lacked the time to express myself efficiently. This is my statement in acceptance. The media is commonly on the hard sell to tell me something that has no truth means test or point of accountability other than their peers. And more often than not, they are … Continue reading a statement in acceptance