On unrequited love...
When you are absent
Your beauty grows
When I cannot see you
Jealousy follows
When you are not here
I feel the hole
When you do not reply
It hurts my soul
When will you return
I miss you
This candle I burn
Til I can kiss you
When I see you again
I'll talk of your beauty
Vulnerable I will remain
So my love you can see
The following was a speech prepared as a testimony delivered at Wilmington Community Church on Sunday the 9th of November, 2025 Iām the only child of two immigrants. My dad came from Sri Lanka, a Hindu who loved to drink and bet on the gee-gees. My mum came from
When I first read Scott Adamsās (an amazing cartoonist and the inventor of a long running work place satirical cartoon series called Dilbert) idea of skill stacking (or ātalent stackingā)āthat you can become extraordinary not by being the absolute best at one thing, but by combining several things
On steel on steel groups in recovery...
My Mum is mired in her bed. I stand next to her, begging, choking back tears. I come from a childhood of broken promises. Growing up, my Mum would make promises she often wouldnāt (or couldnāt) keep. Favourite dinners. Pocket money. Birthday presents that never came. When young