Then one day you wake up and you’re 11 days, two months from 38. You have writing to […]
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that’s just me being stressed out me. Started writing a poem in class, while students were in groups. […]
This is largely what I’m addressing in being a writing father– time. It’s more than just a snake, […]
to be awake. Jackie and I downstairs, for what we call “cartoons and coffee morning”. Or, Saturday morning. […]
as yesterday morning he was at his Grammy’s house.. “I miss you, Dada,” he said, ordering me awake […]
Home from run. Called in both classes as Emma’s cold or whatever it is persists and I’ll be […]
tonight, poems and prose to be read. Jack and I now watch some carton before bed. Only now […]
Up before 5. Downstairs with Jackie… Drinking coffee and ready for the day. Tried going back to bed, […]
This morning with an interesting start, me already with two cups under my belt and a third on […]
Sipping a glass of the ’12 Taylor in my Passport glass. Pain in right knee, and I’m pretty […]