Over the past few years I have galloped through unfamiliar forests of thought, hoping to find a break in the trees, sometimes with abandon, and sometimes with caution. My blog ‘Growing Sideways’ has been a cathartic and timely endeavor. I have been surprised by unexpected affirmation as fellow readers and writers have identified with my questions and ‘ponderings’ with as much curiosity and freedom as I have felt. I have been emboldened by others on more than one occasion, “keep going and keep thinking!” Continue reading
My mother’s name is Lynley Simpson-Nielsen. It is hard to know where to start when describing the woman she is. Tomorrow is her last day of working in a church as a leader for 43 years and then she retires. For her it just means she does more things she wants to – which ironically may mean she keeps pastoring in some capacity. Continue reading
Well, I can almost hear the scoff through the digital domain at the title of this blog, “Only ten years? Pathetic!” Well okay, but it feels like a landmark for me. Trust me, I am as surprised as anybody that I am a living, breathing father and that I have even made it to this age without saying bon voyage to this big blue planet!
It was a sudden death and unexpected – in his forties. I dreaded the moment I walked towards my friend’s coffin. I wanted to be anywhere else but there. People were mourning, sadness filled the air like heavy smog crouching over a city. Continue reading
I’m not sure what was more frightening, the cacophony of alarms blaring through the ICU like an out of control freight train, or the lifeless bodies of my twin daughters that arrived spectacularly three months too early. The word prematurity never entered my vocabulary until 2005. Now that word fills any unused part of my soggy brain as I ponder what the hell happened ten years ago.
OK…I am sure we can all relate to password hell. Lately, I am forever getting locked out of sites because I can’t remember what crazy password I decided on the day I registered. I am left puzzled after every possible combination is explored, but then I remember how I foamed at the mouth and ground my teeth trying to get a usable password in the first place. Continue reading
I found myself having a giggle the other day. I saw some advertising recently featuring a young man with a chiselled stomach made of steel; he was seducing the viewers with sassy looks reminiscent of Zoolander. His scant clothes weren’t worth the effort if they were intended to cover anything. I felt like yelling through the television, “Hey boy, in about 10 years that perky body of yours is going to droop like a balloon full of water.” He didn’t hear me… Continue reading
I have been a paid artist in one way or another since I was sixteen. I have a love/hate relationship with creativity because there is always creative compromise when it is commercialised. Many artists are torn from their core expression as they try and figure out how to stay true to the form but also pay those pesky bills. Continue reading
Must haves: Vegemite on toast with sunny side eggs on top. Vegemite and avocado on toast – yum. And my personal favourite, fresh white bread with lashings of butter and thick vegemite! Continue reading
It doesn’t take much for me to celebrate the script of the human spirit fighting against all odds, but very soon after I experience something more disturbing that makes me resent outrageously inspirational people. I haven’t quite worked out if that makes me a bad person or not. Hold your judgment for now. Continue reading