I have always been speechless… well, most of the time. As long as I can remember I have had a stutter; or is it a stammer? Or maybe both? I quickly learned that participation in lessons at school were an invitation to be mocked and bullied, so as far as I could I stayed quiet…Continue reading “Speechless”
Category Archives: Papa
Unforced Rhythms
It’s 4.45 in the morning. I’m already up. My sleep patterns are shot to pieces. I get a text from upstairs; the little one is awake and not going back to sleep. That’s not unusual. He is what we affectionately call our latest “drugs baby.” No one response works more than a couple of times,Continue reading “Unforced Rhythms”
Rubble at my feet
How I got here is a very long story. It includes reading, music, movies, walking, talking with those who came to be so helpful and significant. It includes tears, many tears, and pain in the heart that took so long to fade. It has been a journey not travelled very often in broad daylight, butContinue reading “Rubble at my feet”
The Papa Journey 