As I write this, it is Father’s Day. I am back at my mother’s house, sifting through stacks of photo albums choosing which throwback photos to include in the obligatory memorial Facebook post for my father, who sadly passed away…
As I write this, it is Father’s Day. I am back at my mother’s house, sifting through stacks of photo albums choosing which throwback photos to include in the obligatory memorial Facebook post for my father, who sadly passed away…
For a good portion of my early years, I attended a Catholic school where the religious element to Easter was always emphasised before any mention of chocolate eggs. That’s right, we had to worship the true J.C. and that means…
I’ve not written about my dad’s passing since it happened very, very suddenly in April of this year. Partly because I tear up even thinking about it, so putting pen to paper – or rather fingers to keyboard – is…
I interrupt regular book blogging to bring you this post about one of the most important people in my life. My mother. Today, September 17th, is her birthday and I’d feel terrible if I didn’t acknowledge it over here on…
