Humpday. Once upon a time I hated Wednesdays. Nothing good ever happened on a Wednesday. Mondays offered the hope of a clean slate, Fridays brought release and Thursdays were magical. But on Wednesday I was stranded in the middle waiting to get to the end. And then things changed, as Read more…
I’m always worried. I worry about all sorts of things from personal finances to the global economic crisis; from my health to the impending doom of the planet’s destruction. I’m trying to cure myself of this habit but I’m genetically inclined. My mother was a worrier and her mother before Read more…
He’s shuffling down the street with that side to side list kids get when they ‘re cocooned in down – snow pants, parka and heavy soled water proof boots. And he’s bawling. The nylon snow pants keep up the swish swish rhythm under his open mouth sobs. I’m walking nephew Read more…
Tonight was my seven-year old nephew’s last soccer game for the season. I won’t keep you in suspense; they lost. Badly. 6-0. The other team were veterans of the league, they had played together last year, they had ‘plays’. But before I digress into a rant about details that are Read more…