Tag Archives: dad

An open letter to my parents….

Dear Mum and Dad You must have thought that it all went terribly well the day that I asked the question “Why is mine different from Dad’s”? You told me that I’d had “a little operation to avoid trouble later … Continue reading

Why Mummy’s bedroom door was closed…..

I remember the pillow being wet. It was the first night I slept in a different house to my daughter and I woke up on a wet pillow, because I’d been crying in my sleep. She was two at the … Continue reading

Dad

My Dad was like an annoying shadow until one day I realised he had been the rock sheltering me all my life.

Man Suit: A Poem For My Teenage Son

This a poem I wrote called Man Suit – about my fears for my son reaching the end of his teenage years. It’s called Man Suit…… MAN SUIT This baby place remembers you, newly made – a smile, perhaps imagined, … Continue reading

My dad

My dad is a wonderful man, i love him so much, i used to think he was greatest most inspirational man alive. He has supported me through everything to the best of his ability until recently, he became an alcoholic. … Continue reading

Thanks Dad – now I understand your love

I never really appreciated my dad when I was growing up he was just the man who was always there. And as I became a teenager and young adult I turned him into the man who was never there and … Continue reading

“This is how I roll!”

In the ten month gap between taking the Oxbridge Entrance Exam and going up to Cambridge University in October 1983, I taught for two terms at Clifton College Prep School in Bristol. I vividly recall one Sunday morning watching a … Continue reading

my dad died when i was a teenager

The experience that has changed my way of looking at the world the most was when my father died when I was a teenager. I used to think as a child that adults and especially parents were al knowing and invincible … Continue reading