To serve and protect – A birthday reflection

Salutation to my brother on his birthday

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When memories come calling…

“You remember the most obscure stuff” is a frequent refrain that I hear from family members, perhaps it is my lot in life as the middle child that has cast this mutant ability onto my reluctant shoulders, but I don’t recall asking for it. Often the memories come rushing back with such deafening frequency that …

Sit your rump down somewhere – A wake up call

I’ve often made mention of the high esteem that I hold my late paternal Grandmother and my Great Aunt in. I have the distinction of them serving as my Guardian Angels and my muses - as they consistently provide me an inexhaustible source of inspiration, guidance and if that wasn’t enough, ensuring that I survived …

Taking on the mantle – A poem for Fathers

I became my Father on what seems like yesterday without his flaws but regurgitating and drowning in mine.   Adrift in bewilderment musing silently that it is all in my mind or perhaps by design this shell from which I came.   But starkly, sharply, divergently opposite, but the same.           …