As my new and very part-time job, I’m going to be doing Pot Wash in one of my favourite restaurants starting tonight. A hot and humid night in July, with me overweight and shorn of all confidence and 55 years… Read the rest
I dreamt about my daughter, Zuzu, last night. In life she couldn’t talk. My dream revenant of her asked me something in my dream. It was good. I cried after I woke up, just gently and regretfully. I regretted the… Read the rest
I was living in Sydney, Australia the day that my daughter died of a combination of pneumonia, a badly administered anaesthetic following dentistry work and her disability. She died in the room next to mine. I discovered her in the … Read the rest
I’ve just had the conversation in which you have to tell your mum that her husband is ‘no longer with us’ hoping she won’t ask, ‘Where is he?’ She asked. She kept asking.
Why am I sharing this? Two reasons. … Read the rest