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The Night Before 29

I watched my Dad laugh today. He laughed so hard he got hiccups, and red of face and crying with happiness, I saw something in him. It’s a secret we keep from no one but ourselves. Defiant of numbers and arrows of time, he’s still young. He still is. There’s a little boy there. And I saw him rattling around just behind my dad’s eyes and I realise that the days are constantly making avatars of us and those versions never really disappear. They’re inside us, stored away, because, yes definitely, we’re bigger on… Read More

On Men in Rubber and Being Grateful I Can Run

If you’ve followed my social media postings over the past week, you’ll know that I’ve been struggling with high levels of anxiety. I’ve been working pretty hard lately–something I enjoy, but it turns out my body quits before my mind does, and my stress levels can rise without me being aware. A prime example of this happened Tuesday night when, lying next to the boyf while watching the first episode of American Horror Story (our new series of choice), I realised I was in the middle of having a panic… Read More