Toddler-speed

Only when we are going somewhere does he dawdle, suddenly eager to investigate every fencepost, every garden paver. When we’ve all the world’s time, he hurries, as though life might catch him before he is done, as one learns to do when small and only grown-ups can open doors for you, where moments must beContinue reading “Toddler-speed”

Holy Day

I gospel myself out the door, toddler in tow, schedule awry, trusting the carboot to have what I need, trusting the grace that orchestrates the day while, afluster, I stride across traffic lights in petroleum-fueled step, eager to evade the Good Friday appeal because, this day as per others, I’ve no change to spare. IContinue reading “Holy Day”

Poetry for new dads

Grand plans will have to wait. Time works differently here: sometimes it hums, sometimes skips, sometimes vanishes. You will think, “There’s a thought; I’ll write about that-” Only – catch the thought, before nappies and necessity make it dissipate in baths at 8 and all that joy – the total joy that nonetheless necessitates thatContinue reading “Poetry for new dads”