Nine. 9. Nein.

Call the police. Somebody stole nine years of my life and replaced it with my beautiful son. Noooo! How can it be? Nine years ago I was holding him in my arms for the first time. I could not have been happier. The relief, after a very protracted labour, was intense. I blubbed like aContinue reading “Nine. 9. Nein.”

From Epiphany to Conception

I just decided that this sounds a bit like a Tom Hanks vehicle, in which he plays an itinerant musician, crossing New England, beginning and ending in the titular towns, in search of the man who saved him from certain death at the hands of the Viet Cong. Crikey! Where did that come from? HollywoodContinue reading “From Epiphany to Conception”

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