#imtalking

I’m talking a fair bit lately. Much more than I have been. I’ve had conversations about all sorts, and with all manner of people. It’s been fun. In all of this newness there has been a topic that has really taken hold of me, and allowed me to breathe more freely.  I’ve been talking about…

Those Hands I knew as a boy

They gave me the gift of time, those hands. Turning over fossils, reading millennia like braille. Pointing out constellations and meteors. Slowly making smashed treasures whole again with painstaking stillness. I watched them as a boy, in awe of their size. Gripping the steering wheel, driving us to mountains. Oceans. Leathery. Big, turgid veins like…

#22pushups

22 pushups is hard. Very hard. I glibly accepted a nomination to take part, thinking ’22 pushups in one day is nothing. A doddle. Loads of other people do it’. It is anything but a doddle. I am on day 7, with 15 days to go. I have 330 remaining. Every Single Pushup Hurts. For…