In America it is Father’s Day. And whilst I celebrate the solid Dads out there, I am missing my own with a lump in my
The Tempest
I went to an outdoor play yesterday evening. We were a crew of 9. It was me, my Brother Drew, his wife Rebi and six
Part Ten: The Play’s the Thing
I’m back to having daily 5 seconds of sheer panic attacks. It waves in from my toes and sits in the pit of my stomach
Trams and Mike
My dream: I was eating outside at cafe in what looks like old town Quebec, when the tram driver walked out a restaurant across the
Finnegan Begin Again
My dream job? Why, Travel Writer, of course. Working for a fine arts museum on a six month assignment living on a small yacht on
Mind Web
My brain cells are in brain fog today. Back to random thoughts … I’ve never met anyone from North Dakota, but I’m convinced EVERYONE knows