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Dear Dadadadad. The gulf of time between us is now pre-teen. An expanse of ocean, wisdom and moments all wrapped up in the grandchild you only held once sits before…

Dear Dadadadad, It was your birthday yesterday, and I had to skip writing you a letter because my eyeballs were square from working most of the weekend and spending a…

Dear Dad, Seven years. My daughter has grown from a mewing infant into the tall, gregarious child I see before me as I type this. In the same time that…

Dear Dadadadad Wow. Four years, hey? Beans on toast. I didn’t think I’d get this far. And, weirdly, this is the year I felt the most okay, and the most…

After I eventually fell asleep last night (i chilled on the couch, watched a lot of television…) I had the most.random.but.vivid.dream. It was, however, divine. I was at home, the…

something my father did, sticks with me daily. especially when i write something that could be construed as controversial. he would always point a book out to me, the title…

Dear Dadadad It’s been three years, since them angels came and took you away to play chess with Ivor and ask all the angel waitresses – “is the kettle broken,…

tomorrow will be a hard day. im musing on this. in the meantime, for my siblings and my mama, and mostly for the man i miss the most. Dadadadadad. because…

it’s an emo cath week, this week. this week marks three years of missing someone, see? (note – being emo does not mean im not happy. i just feel affected…

my mum just dropped off some of my things she uncovered whilst unpacking after her great move. in it is a scrapbook of birthday cards and letters and faxes (i…