I’ve wanted to write about the story of Oscar for a long time, way before this blog came to mind. It’s only now I feel brave and strong enough – there seems to have been a watershed moment where I finally feel I can use my words to help me deal with a whole load of… 3,323 more words
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I struggle to write my Dad’s obit. And then I rewrite it. And rewrite it again.
Where in the world to start?
My Dad taught me to read before I entered Kindergarden, he taught me to be a photographer, how to build and fly radio control model airplanes, how to fish, how to paddle a canoe and how to rebuild the engine in a car. 234 more words
Following on from my last blog, I would ask you to consider the case of a woman who worries endlessly about the immediate and continuing safety of her young son, to the point where it is now spoiling lives. 741 more words