A life evolved

Well fuck me. Here I am at 49 still wondering wtf has happened, wtf is going on and wtf will happen next. A crystal ball would struggle to pluck a single prediction from the permutations and combinations that present on…

Well fuck me. Here I am at 49 still wondering wtf has happened, wtf is going on and wtf will happen next. A crystal ball would struggle to pluck a single prediction from the permutations and combinations that present on…

So at 2am today I officially became closer to 50 than 40. Yep, my 45th birthday on this planet. My 46th year of navigating this physical existence called life. What a ride.. Birthdays in your 20s, and for most if…

You all know I constantly bitch and moan about the incessant nature of raising children. Let’s face it, a big red “off” button would get a solid workout in most families am I not right? Well I for one would…

I get it. Change sucks the big fat one. Nobody really enjoys stepping out of the comfortable little cocoon we build ourselves. Sure, if everything goes right, the end result can be euphoric and more than justifies the upheaval to…

I know I write often of the trials and tribulations of being a solo Dad and raising children. I tend to feel most inspired when the shit hits the fan or I am down and out with my lot in…

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,…

We’ve had a great time so far back in Melbourne. Staying with family, visiting old friends, sleeping in (to a degree), bitching about the traffic and inclement weather like the locals we once were. Reminiscing about events and good times…

Yesterday I found myself sitting on the beach in the glorious winter sun on a Sunday afternoon. Grace and a friend were playing happily in the shallows while Albi tried time and time again, in vain, to join in the…
Today I just couldn’t be arsed. I barely slept a wink last night for some reason (pretty sure it wasn’t the vodka) and woke up to pouring rain and a similar sleep deprived mental state. Kinda reminded me of those…
So I had a emotionality mixed couple of days this weekend. I spent Saturday doing that most dreaded of activities for most blokes: clothes shopping for the kids. Kill. Me. Now. But alas, as it turns out, the gods were…
Fathers day. Hmm… not the usual fanfare and doting I’ve grown accustomed to over the years. Really makes you realise how much preparation, prodding and pushing mums do on this most celebrated day of the year. I did get breakfast…
So yeah, did just teach myself how to use a sewing machine (bless you google machine), smashed out a superb costume fix. Negotiated an on-point 3yr old haircut that even mum would be proud of. Feeling super parenty. Dad: 2…