There comes a time in your life when, if you are lucky enough to have a son, you recognize he has become a man. And of course to you, a very special one.
Month: December 2018
Are you what you read?
The modern trope would have it that you are what you eat, but the metaphor needs taking further.
Joy to the World
I will never be able to resolve my unshakable disbelief in Christian dogma with the profound peace I find singing sacred classical music in an ancient English church with a good choir.
Why I doubt my Existence
I believe that I am merely a “program” and that similar programs run every animal and living thing on earth.
The Little Drummer Girl
I read the book with much enjoyment many years ago, but this lavish BBC adaptation of John Le Carré’s 1983 novel raises the bar to very high levels indeed.
The Shameful, Avoidable Horror of Dementia and Old Age
We would put an animal down, surely we can offer the same courtesy to a human?
My Old Sweet Etcetera – A Reading
For Eleanor.
This anti war poem, written by American poet EE Cummings and published in 1926, is such a perfect specimen of the genre.
Isness
Happiness is only attainable once you recognize that everything just “is”.