Family hurts. They are the hardest reminders of the gnarliest, unprettiest bits of ourselves. They hold up the rawest reflections. No smoke, just mirrors. And
My Dad just sent this email update. I’ve written before about his group emails. I thought I’d share because it made my day. Bear in
I’m on leave, so this is a in-case-you-missed-it post. I asked right-hand chick Jo to highlight her favourite posts from the year. Here they are:
How vulnerably daggy are these shots taken by Life photographer John Olson in the 1970s? I like how these cool, subversive types (OK, Elton, not
This week I reclaim my Sunday Sundays are sad. So says a Swedish study just out. It found the Sabbath the most depressing day of
I just needed an excuse to post this snap courtesy of awkwardfamilyphotos.com: * and just a little reminder for anyone finding themselves reading this because