Category: Personal
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She was right
She’ll come back to you, the girl sitting opposite me said. And nearly stood up when she said it. For she was absolutely certain. You’re wrong I thought. This dark haired pixie faced child whisperer had promoted herself. To daughter predictor. Mine. You can’t possibly be that sure. You don’t know her it me or […]
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How I was touched by Everybody’s Oma (Movie Review)
You may have seen the viral videos. Turning a kitchen into a supermarket. Or a front yard into Sydney’s aquarium. All for Oma… If you’d followed Everybody’s Oma on social media, you’d probably know Henderik van Genderen’s (“Puck” ) story in greater detail. You’d expect the movie to be a continuation. And you’d be right. […]
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The other side of the counter…
With the incessant flight delays, one should also step a little beyond one’s own upset and realise the following. Anyone in customer service can’t be in it for the money. There isn’t enough money in this world or the next…
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The Conversation Problem
The first hint occurred after a meetup. As we trooped off to the pub, everyone split up. Into their pre-existing groups.
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What is the best obituary?
How do you really write the life of another? Will 400 or so words really cover his life? In truth, neither eulogy nor funeral notice nor Dad’s autobiography fully recorded his life. Truly an obituary has no chance.
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Wisdom is a Cappucino
“A small cappuccino with a half sugar, please.” You remembered, she thought as she looked at me. “And a large flat white for me.” $3.95 for the cap and I can’t remember what I paid for mine. But I do recall the wisdom that cappucino bought . Our paths had crossed yet again on of […]
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Day 11: The Return
That’s how long it has taken me to settle in. Or rather pick up a pen and write about it. Apart from the incomplete and scattered musings and snippets that pose as poetry. I’ve relocated. To a new job : IT Trainer (similar to but not the same as the past role). To a new […]
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Eulogist’s Block
My mother’s ashes were interred today… I’ll visit her later. I probably owe her an explanation for my eulogy but we’ll let it stand. Hopefully this will suffice. Mine included my brother’s and a poem from my son. Which was fortuitous. Because I had eulogist’s block. I couldn’t think of what to say. All I […]
Andrew James Whalan 