One thing that is both extremely helpful, yet quite unnerving, that seems to have happened over the last couple of years, is an apparent ability to detach myself from the emotion and heartache of losing Renee. Particularly when talking about…
On Friday at kinder Albi ate a marigold seed, as one does when your 5. Unfortunately, however, the seed is now firmly stuck in his throat and we are now, 3 days later, sitting in emergency waiting to see a…
Let’s do this together I get alot of messages from followers regarding my articles. Some are simple thanks for being able to identify with my words. Some are feelings of connection. Some are welcome advice. And some, if not most,…
Sure us blokes love to get together for a barbie and to chug a few frothies. Yes we would generally hack off a limb with a rusty spoon to have night at the pub with mates. And of course there…
Shared a post from a fellow widower just recently that has really given me pause. He made a point of urging people not to leave it too late to seek a significant other to share your life with. Raising children…
Maybe some critical readers would assume that a blog by a Dad, predominantly for Dads, would be 100% blokey and full of masculine shares, posts and rhetoric. Possibly even full of boob pics and alcohol fuelled conquest stories. So why…
Things seem to be motoring along nicely at the moment, albeit a little too quickly. But I guess that is a conundrum of age; the older you get the faster time seems to go. Anyhoo, I have had some random…
The fear of being the bad guy We all know that when it comes to kids, one of the most common forms of discipline and / or parenting is the tried and tested good cop / bad cop routine. As…
Not blowing my own trumpet here, but I reckon I’m doing alright at this parenting gig. Which, I am starting to realise, is also becoming a problem. Because I am doing alright. I’m not able to crank out 100% Dad…
Ive been at pains over the last week or two about the fact I haven’t posted anything worthwhile for some time. I’ve internalised the issue and have been beating myself up about it. “But why?” I have pondered. Sure I’ve…
It breaks my heart on a regular basis. Just a few small words that wrench at the very core of what makes being a solo parent such a tough gig. “I wish we had more time together Dad” Talk about…
Reaching mid life crisis age So as much as I hate to admit it, I am now at the age where the stereotypical “mid-life crisis” becomes a threat. That’s right, I’m closer to becoming an “oldie” than I am to…
