I wrote this poem today for my dog Beau, who turns three tomorrow. Happy Birthday to the best boy. I cried in Westfield Newmarket last week. On an escalator. I’m not sure why. Let’s not slap a label on it. I cry a lot these days. Easily, unexpectedly. Nearly-spring blossoms waving at my window? No…
Happy Birthday to … wait
I turned 57 recently. I spent the day alone and not many people messaged me (my father forgot, but that’s par for the course) and I had a good cry and I was sad. It was not a happy birthday. There. I said the thing. Now I’m going to tell you why this is OK…
The Importance of Connection
Connection isn't just a buzz word. I've realised lately that I need more of it, and not the online kind. So I've been thinking about how I can connect with people in a meaningful and enriching way - starting with my existing friendships. For me, this means actually being in the presence of a friend,…
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