When The Fear Has Gone There Will Be Nothing. Only I Will Remain.*

I used to have this illogical fear, a big hairy nasty one that was as ridiculous as it was huge. I was so afraid of this fear I avoided it at all costs, like the school bully. And never talked about it. My fear was this: that I would be fat. I worried it would … More When The Fear Has Gone There Will Be Nothing. Only I Will Remain.*

Love is like an earthquake – unpredictable, scary, but when the hard part is over you realize it’s good to be alive.

“Mummy, do you and Daddy play when Bob and I are at school?” asked the ‘Dactyl recently. Swallowing my stifled snort, I looked upon her little face and wondered if she wanted the truth. Did she want to hear that on Thursdays, after Mummy and Daddy have waved goodbye to the Piha bus, we race … More Love is like an earthquake – unpredictable, scary, but when the hard part is over you realize it’s good to be alive.

Sons. They Don’t Hold Your Hand For Very Long But They Always Hold Your Heart.*

An ex-lover asked me the other day what it was like having children. It’s so tempting to screw with people before they become parents–just mentioning ripped perineum or baggy labia can put them off for years. I managed to contain myself. “I never knew I could feel such extreme love AND irritation,” I told him. … More Sons. They Don’t Hold Your Hand For Very Long But They Always Hold Your Heart.*