On loving...and leaving...
My love knows no sin
Feels no boundaries
Breaks down walls
Leaps ditches of pain
Love is never ending
Uncompromising
Remorseful
Mistakes happen
Pure streams of gold
Flowing gently
Through dappled heavens
Under pure sunlight
Montages of struggles
Memories of lovers
Mists of regrets
Refining my love
You cannot hold me
But you can hug me
Feel me softly shrouding
Your beautiful face
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