There she sat eyes wide wonderinglistening while I related gleefullyhow my daughter in law’s weddingWas planned ever so carefully.While I detailed how nothing went askanceI saw her brow wrinkle with unseen funLeaning forward she asked me eyes a danceIf i loved my daughter in law more than my son.
In September 2020, I received an email. Somewhere in the middle was a story about how a university professor solved enquiries before he received them. By keeping a teddy bear outside his office. Attached to it was a sign, "Ask Teddy". Anyone that did enter the office, however, was asked, "What did Teddy say? What … Continue reading The Teddy Bear Principle
"You know me... I either bring the best out of people or the worst..." A mere musing to myself. But a few weeks later, the remark returned to me. Adversely. Not only that but he played the feminist card. On me... This person had hurriedly and thoughtlessly implemented a change that had adversely affected many … Continue reading The Feminist Card
I had to laugh (out loud on the train)! For My Dad, Kevin Whalan's latest blog,opens with the same words as the following speech, written and delivered in 2001, while I was going through... “Love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage “ Well, you don’t see that any more do you? Do … Continue reading Horse and Carriage or Unfinished Symphony
A bald head crowned by a few curls peeks out. Two eyes large and watchful wait and see what I might do. I'm not moving. I stand silent. I'm a daddy statue. Tiny hands cover her eyes. She tries to catch my gaze. No way. I'm having no part of it. Not yet. She opens … Continue reading Baby Crush
Was this the last one? I went to the surgery door and called his name. He looked up at once. And his eyes twinkled at me. And he smiled as if he had been in last week! He walked in arms swinging by his sides as if it was too easy. Tall, thin and vaguely familiar. … Continue reading The Happiest Dental Patient Ever
It's no task at all. Simply take the books you don't want and put them into the two spare boxes. But to succeed at this meant I had to be a zombie bricklayer. Pick up a book, one in each hand from the first pile. Then with closed eyes transfer to the outgoing book box. Then I … Continue reading The Lingering Look (of a Book Lover)
You never really wanted to go out there. You're outnumbered for one thing. You know that any false move in front of them will be the last and final one. You're thinking that the light is too bright, your voice will be too soft, your tread too heavy, your stance too awkward. You're really scared to … Continue reading Captured By An Audience