I phoned my cousin yesterday. I knew that she was going to say, “I am gutted.” I understand why. Life sucks. Here she was, restricted, owing to travel bans, from seeing her children and grandchildren
Category: Personal Reflections
Sounds that shouldn’t be thereSounds that shouldn’t be there
But they are. And cannot be denied. Yes, I did hear that strange whine from the car when I braked. But I don’t want to…my face now has a frown, my hands are gripping the
A dream of realityA dream of reality
Before I forget, the recollection of a dream. I walk down the passage to where my wife sleeps; she is in the kitchen at the moment. As I approach her door I feel the presence
Light from the Dark RoomLight from the Dark Room
Though young boys are usually intrigued by places “out of bounds”, this did not apply to the Dark Room down the corridor from our dormitory. If one chanced to glimpse its interior when members of
C.W. PostC.W. Post
I have not forgotten C.W. Post. I never knew him but it was on his university campus where I first experienced alienation. I was not a student there. C.W. Post University stood on Long Island,
Speaking as a theistSpeaking as a theist
Ironically, the homeground advantage provided by the world which the atheist claims is the only source of knowledge is his weakness. With the physical universe as the exclusive foundation, he is limited by what he
The things I haven’t touchedThe things I haven’t touched
No, I haven’t touched an okapi or the Crown Jewels, but as this is written under lockdown I shall not venture anywhere beyond the confines of my property where, after thirty-seven years of living, you
THE BLOCKTHE BLOCK
When I was small the word ‘block’ meant something square. They were the blocks I played with, made of wood with raised lettering on their sides. Mention of walking round the block at first confused
Seeing Oscar in 20/20Seeing Oscar in 20/20
I want to talk to you about Oscar – it’s cheaper than visiting the pet psychologist. Oscar’s a dog…we think. When your computer freezes after being tasked to find a file, and you’re left looking
On the edge of the shutdownOn the edge of the shutdown
In my life so far, the future has always breathed. There was definite life to come, and as I walked upwind of it, the scents it bore were companionable, comforting and familiar. But how different