A couple of years ago, my son looked at me one afternoon, with his sly smile: “You should really stop talking to other parents, they’re a bad influence on you.” He was responding to some new notion I had that he should get more sun. His complexion had taken a translucent tinge, like that blue hue of skimmed milk. An afternoon with other parents and their boastful children with tanned complexions and sports trophies … and for a second I forgot who we were. A sudden surge of pa

We've had a lot to grapple with, and there is no COVID-19 compendium to see us through.

I grew up with a great dad. He gave me a galaxy of lessons and tips to equip me in the best way he could. A rebel with a brain that beat you seven times around a corner before you finished a sentence. As a lawyer, he had me draw up contracts the second I learnt how to write. Now and therefore, in consideration of the privilege of our bond and the mutual covenants of familial relations ... blah blah. (I’m all for #PlainLanguage). We were lucky, we spent tons of time together,