What mysteries lie in ancestral roots, what clues to illuminate the dysfunction that permeated our familial ties, cursed us with a pervasive sense of perversity?
I hold a photo of my father – on that last Remembrance Day – am awed by the person we never knew. Just fifteen, he
“Is that you father?” acquaintances would ask – voices deep and dreamy. Particular about his dress, meticulous in his grooming, Dad’s eyes sparkled oceans his
When it comes to caring, I’m a pro – engaged, wholehearted, well… except that my toddler self joins in, and no matter how proper I
Mother, twice married, conveys reluctance, exaggerates fear – charted history obstacles a given. Father’s outing perpetuates disconnection anxiety replacing communication group wishes null Sister desires
What chief is this, whose repetitive adolescent antics labour over inconsequential details whilst, as novice, he plies elimination strategies, slashing former goals; this non-monk of