I’m going to let her shine…

On Friday it was four years since the day I lost my little sister. I’ll admit I have trouble with a sentence like that one. Since my little sister’s passing? Passing into what, where? Since my little sister’s death? It’s too true and too harsh. I go with since I lost my little sister, like…

o’ brother, who are you?

Fatherhood seems to be a coat you shrug yourself into. It’s heavy, this coat, it’s navy-expensive and wool-warm, fresh off the rack, the coat is starchy. It will mould itself to the shape of its wearer in time. The coat of fatherhood is thick, you’ve got to stand tall to wear it properly. Pockets-deep, stiff…