Daaaaaaaaaaaad, what’s a freelance?
The muse chooses her own time and this particular visit just happens to be at about 4pm on a school Monday. I’m just glad she did call
More Daddy Fool Than Daddy Cool
The muse chooses her own time and this particular visit just happens to be at about 4pm on a school Monday. I’m just glad she did call
(MAGILL, November 1989)
Some of us turned back to our typewriters and the other implements of our labours and pondered again the Kodachrome gloss that sporting combat and skill of the highest order occasionally visits upon otherwise routine lives
(WOMAN’S WAY, circa 1992)
Maybe we should look a little deeper into this disparity between our more fanciful notions of noble sporting engagement and the reality. We’re talking ambiguity, or the lies we tell ourselves even when he think we are telling the truth.
There was also the chastening realisation that I had become the dreaded PlayStation dad I had often scoffed at; trying to direct their on-field reincarnation
Each incoming wave a new beginning, each retreating wave another present joy turned to irretrievable past. The same but always changing . . . fresh grains swooshing in and old ones swishing out all the time
(Proposal worded for the coach of my son’s football club. He is pushing for a number of teams at the club toContinue Reading
