Waiting for the hammer to fall.
As a teen, I got into trouble a lot. My Mom got stoned every day, and my Dad was never far from the next can or bottle of beer, so there was always tension in our home and when things inevitably fell apart, it was always my fault and my responsibility to fix it. I…
Tiny pink urn
Dad’s taught me so much of what I know; how to tie my laces, how to ride a bike, how to swim, how to be facetious and mostly get away with it, how to pull funny pranks on mates…and the important things; like how to be a good friend, how to really listen to someone,…
Bloganuary 3 – What is the first memory you have?
I read in a psychology book once that happy, stable people – people confident in who they are – have a happy first memory. Interesting to find that the first memory was common in so many of them – it was usually when they were doing a happy activity and most of them had height…
“I can take it”
I want to help whenever I see someone hurting. I can’t seem to help but want to go over to them, put an arm around them or automatically lift up the other end of whatever huge burden they’re pulling along behind them so that between us, the burden won’t be as heavy on that person.…
Addicted to fatty, salty, sugary food.
I need to stop. Please help me stop.
A talented artist Stan Walker sings a song I LOVE called “Black Box” where in the chorus he sings “There’s a little black box yeah, somewhere in the ocean…holding all the truth about us…there’s a little black box, a record of emotion…everything there ever was…” (** Black boxes are anti-breakable boxes on planes that record…
Conversations with Dad
I don’t remember meeting my Dad, you know. He came into my world when I was 3 years old. Suddenly in our tiny, dirty, shabby Filipino village was a tall white man with a twinkle in his eye and a friendly grin. I don’t remember how we got to be Dad and Daughter…we just were…and…
The Day you went away (A tribute to my Dad)
In honour of my Dad who I lost on 4th June 2021. I love you, Dad. I always will.