Patrick Bryon 1967 – 2024
Dear Patrick,
You first came into my life in the 1960s.
Continue reading “Murrumbidgee Boy”My life is measured out by coffee spoons.
Patrick Bryon 1967 – 2024
Dear Patrick,
You first came into my life in the 1960s.
Continue reading “Murrumbidgee Boy”We all know the rules of social distancing in these Covid times. The idea of masking up and the importance of doing the right thing.
Continue reading “The Power of a good hug”I woke with a start on the eve of my birthday. It was 4am and my heart was racing. I woke from a dream where the sky had turned inky black and the turreted faux-Dakota building apartment complex across the valley – burst into flames.
Continue reading “A very pandemic birthday”England breaks my heart. It’s been eight and a half years since our last visit. We’ve flown here for a family funeral and into an emotional hail storm that I didn’t anticipate. Continue reading “England my England”
The other day was “Daughter’s Day”( Hashtag)and the Internet, Instagram, in particular, was full of mother-daughter father/ daughter photos in soft focus. Never knew there was a Daughter’s Day but I’ll embrace it- though probably without any photos as my two daughters shy away from posed family portraits and yell, ” Do Not Tag Us.” I respect their privacy – though they’re active on Facebook and therefore gave up all rights to privacy years ago. I wonder how folk like India Hicks, Reese Witherspoon and others who have kids the same age as mine persuade their teenagers to feature their photos on their blogs/social media. India and Reese’s persuasive powers are better than mine no doubt. Continue reading “Daughters”