It’s been seven years since my dad died, and I wish I had better words to express how incomprehensible that still is. All those things you say when someone who was suffering has passed have slowly subsided. I remember him in the most inopportune moments, but there he is. The things I dig deep within… Continue reading why would I want to dwell on any of that?
One of the first people I met when I moved to Germany was Dermot. Fantastic person and even better artist. He’s Irish of course. Have you ever met a Dermot who wasn’t? He is also a woodworker who specialises in lamps. The one above is rather beautiful, isn’t it? After the last few serious blogposts,… Continue reading enough abandonment
One never knows what people will like. My last blogpost was one I’d saved, because although I thought it was morbid and dark, I thought it’d spur some conversation. Not in the least. Amy over at Lucy’s Football commented on it, but she’d comment on me cutting and pasting swaths of the phone book. She’s… Continue reading forgiving the unforgivable
Recently, I was handed a German article about five things one should or could say to the dying to help them in their journey to the afterlife. Never to pass up an opportunity to take the piss, I’ve decided to write my own list. Here are Five things to harass the dying: Remind them what… Continue reading Five things to harass the Dying
(photo courtesy of Stephen Pruitt) ‘Why are you so into turtles?’ I get asked often. Instead of a traditional wedding ring, my wife and I chose turtle rings. We lived in Aspen when we were first married, and there was a Kieselstein-Cord shop there. Do you know this designer? Known for alligator/crocodile belt buckles and… Continue reading swim for the light
When I was a kid, I loved the moon. Not sure why I was always so drawn to it. I remember being very small and waiting at the bus stop in winter and looking up at the moon with wonder and awe. One of my favourite summers when I was a younger man was the… Continue reading a bluer moon