Tag: Dad

Four eggs

Four eggs

I’m making breakfast for the family. I crack an egg – double yolks. Amazing! I’ve cracked hundreds – probably thousands of eggs and I’ve never …

 

A gift of roses

A gift of roses

When I was a kid we used to visit my grandparents. My grandparents scared me. We lived quite a distance apart and we didn’t get …

 

Blue notes

Blue notes

My mum was born on February 1 – today was her birthday. She died a couple of years back, and I still miss her very …

 

Garden fresh

Garden fresh

When I was a kid my Dad created a highly productive vegetable garden. It was beautiful, but, sadly, we thought it was so mundane that …

 

After the agony…

After the agony…

Sometimes I wish my Dad could see me now. He died back in 1990, so he’s been out of my life, in a physical sense, a …

 

The help

The help

There’s always someone who *thinks* they know how to help you. What’s worse is when they *believe* they can help you, and, charged with this …

 

Palangi

Palangi

We got there early coz Dad couldn’t wait to see his sis. Dad parked up and rushed out of the rain. He asks this palangi, …

 

355 – The Power of Tea

355 – The Power of Tea

Wrinkles are the tattoos we wear made with ink mixed from blood and charcoal made from the tree of life. How often in life do you …

 

353 – Overnight

353 – Overnight

Mud kicked off Eddie’s boots stuck like brown shit to the bleached strainer post. With one eye on the leaden clouds he flicked himself over …

 

341 – Winning wars

341 – Winning wars

Mum some how seems better this morning. This doesn’t make much sense, because she’s had a stroke. She somehow is hanging in – winning her …