Dad On His Feet

It Ain’t Easy, But Keep Going

In those moments, the unease begins to seep into my thoughts. It’s as if there’s something terrible in the room with me that I can’t quite see because it’s too awful.

Amongst the Sand and Shells

For my daughter, the shell is a shell, until it becomes a shovel, a swimming pool for fairy dolls, a marker of her grandmother who died when my daughter was a baby.