Yoni
It was daughters of course that pushed me over the creative weir. My firstborn suggested that perhaps I should write something… and with a not-immediately-obvious synchronicity, one of the fifteen
I occasionally write more‑or‑less silly poems and more‑or‑less serious essays.
The more recent essays below are on Substack too, both in written form and also as audio in case, like me, you enjoy listening to stuff while you are driving or washing up.
It was daughters of course that pushed me over the creative weir. My firstborn suggested that perhaps I should write something… and with a not-immediately-obvious synchronicity, one of the fifteen
Well this is sixteen of fifty two so I think I have deserved to enjoy the treat of navel gazing again.
Forgive me.
Progress
Or maybe happiness or should I say fulfilment or contentment?
But actually, progress.
I mentioned in my initial essay of the year Ali Abdaal’s advice to document rather than worry about creating. I like being creative or at least reflecting, but I find
I realise that when I wrote about Consciousness a couple of months back, I used the terms ‘consciousness’ and ‘self-awareness’ fairly interchangeably. What’s the difference? I believe it’s all to
In 2017 a distant relative invited me to contribute to a family cookbook she was writing. I don’t know what happened to her project, and as far as I know
Since I put more work into writing this than I did most other stuff, I am putting it here.
I was quite nervous and so I lost my notes and
I wrote this on an iPad in a moment of self reflection about thirty years after my father’s death.
I don’t really know if this is an essay or a poem.
Zoe asked me for a coconut poem. I wrote the first verse and she seemed happy with that. But then my mind wandered back to the wretched experiences of getting
This was a wife-challenge. We were on top of a mountain in southern Europe, running from Covid 19. Ania came out of the bathroom, glanced at the breakfast table and out
I wrote this to complete the structure of my book, Lifehacks, and it turned out to be the most popular poem in the whole thing..
March 2020: The girls and I were in a camper van in Sicily. Ania was on a cross country cycle ride with a group of bloggers. One day later Italy
Zoe asked me for a coconut poem. I wrote the first verse and she seemed happy with that. But then my mind wandered back to the wretched experiences of getting
This was a wife-challenge. We were on top of a mountain in southern Europe, running from Covid 19. Ania came out of the bathroom, glanced at the breakfast table and out
I wrote this to complete the structure of my book, Lifehacks, and it turned out to be the most popular poem in the whole thing..
March 2020: The girls and I were in a camper van in Sicily. Ania was on a cross country cycle ride with a group of bloggers. One day later Italy