Friday fun: cleaning out the handbag

Earlier this week I got sick of lugging around my handbag without really even knowing what was inside anymore. My shoulders hurt. So I tipped it out and sorted through the contents. * One bottle of water (almost empty) * One black moleskine 2008-2009 diary * One Barbie wallet (almost falling apart) and loose change…

Anticipating the end of cherubic blessings as boyhood awaits

I have never been sentimental when it comes to cutting my son’s hair. It’s always been a case of buzz cuts all round, please. The shorter the better. In fact, that inserted link points back to the last time Riley had a haircut. I’ve avoided giving him one this year. At first it was because he simply…

Where I’ve been

Yesterday a post I’d written about my Miscellaneous Voices project went up over at Overland. It really only scratches the surface of what can be said about the increasing confluence of online/offline writing and what wider significance this might hold in store for the reading (and writing) populace. Anyway, come and have a look and…