Memory Candles

Memory Candles

I have been sitting here staring at a candle for some time now; murmuring a wordless prayer to the past. I am supposed to be doing something else, something productive, like write a piece about writing. This is what I was asked to do; what these words should be about. But ironically, the act of trying to be productive has triggered this event; much like an earthquake sets off a tsunami.

 

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The Question

The Question

Recently, a close friend of mine asked me a question - the type of question that lingers on the mind – the type that disarms, slowly and quietly. It came, as many such questions do, hiding among the reeds of regular conversation. She asked me whether I worried for my son’s future.  I remember shuffling in my seat, pondering it as one does a menu in an unfamiliar restaurant. I had never given it much thought. As evidenced by my infrequent musings on parenthood, I tend to think only of the present, incapable of forethought. Did I worry about him? And if so, in what way?

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Life lessons from Jay Z

Life lessons from Jay Z

I never really liked the movie Annie. I’m not fond of musicals in general, but this story of a precocious ginger-haired orphan really riled me for some reason. Maybe it was because the homeless kids I knew never seemed to have that much fun or maybe it was because there was a weird old guy called Daddy Warbucks... 

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Eating Salami vs the Flamingo Kick

Eating Salami vs the Flamingo Kick

I need to put this out there right from the beginning — I like being a dad. Yeah it may sound like I’m not super keen, what with the vomit, the torrents of poo, the whining, the crying and the tears — so many tears. But I am keen. I really like it. It’s rewarding as hell.

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The Mangler

The Mangler

Remember how I told you about time and how it doesn’t seem to work for me? Well, that was kind of a lie.  We certainly have our differences, of that there is no mistake. It’s clearly at fault for hurling distractions at me, preventing me from doing the things I said I would do, like clean the gutters or go through my wardrobe and discard every pair of holy underpants.

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Time ain't no friend of mine

Time ain't no friend of mine

I never was much good at physics. Make that science in general. No matter how hard I pretended to try I just couldn't grasp the weird concepts being thrown at me. Bending lights, invisible rays, refraction, reflection, combustible liquids, the space-time continuum (what the hell is that?) time in general; none of it made sense.

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