“The moon!”, said Nathan, my three year-old son. We were standing on the porch in the early October evening. I was a little self-conscious, because he had been insisting on running around without any pants and the neighbours’ house is on a slight rise, overlooking ours. “I see two moons,” I remarked. I couldn’t help... Continue Reading →


Teddy   you inhabit my earliest memories, Teddy: an echo of solace and reassurance   like me, you came into the world naked; wrapped now in the red granny knitted for you to cover up a shame you never felt, unlike me   and as our realm filled with adventure you became a viking warrior,... Continue Reading →

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