fatherofmineblog

Remember when you were four years old and your Dad would pull into the driveway pumping The Cure, In Between Days. You’d leave the show you were watching, book you were reading or game you were playing and sprint as fast as your calves could carry you to greet him. So that you could ride […]

sandcastle

When I was a baby my uncle didn’t turn up his headphones to block out my cries. Instead he sung me we’re all in the dance by Feist until I settled, in French and English too.  When I was two I cut my knee, Ned and all the other kids laughed at my tears, so my uncle bit his […]