AK – Kids & Me After Keanu: I’m a new parent to a ten year old boy, a foster child placed with me when coronavirus was sneaking about in the background. I have always considered adulthood optional – one of the perks of being an aidworker are cooks and cleaners – and I have a good laugh and cry at my ineptitude and general cluelessness about raising this complicated but cool little man. He’s a quirky, part angel, part spawn of Satan, part comedian, kid. Some mind-blowingly spectacular melt-downs (mostly his), some musing, rambling, unexplained hair loss and empty wine bottles.
Mothers Day is never good for me. For a decade it was the presence of absence. Look, woman without child here. I would see ripe…
Mother’s Day Meltdown
An unusual situation
Somehow I had always known he was out there somewhere waiting for me. Not some abstract child but him. I left a pause, a space…
Danger signs
Odds were this boy was another unsuitable match. I would hear what they had to say then say no. This meeting was just closure. The…
Fate and Other F@&#ery
In life when I am given two choices I make the one that gets me most in trouble; I have a homing beacon for drama….
The Goldilocks principle
I’d shared goat curry with Sudanese rebels. I could be calm for this. But could I afford to wait for the Goldilocks kid? This time…
Where the wogs go
Wogs were people who lived life large, who talked with their hands, ate with their fingers, whose culture was rich with otherness. Multicultural Agency (MA)…
The Asian tick box
How Asian do you have to be to think that tick box is for you? Is Asian the tick box for part-Chinese Keanu Reeves or…
List every relationship you’ve ever had and why it ended
Foster Care System Part 1 Choosing a foster agency involved greater deliberation than I had ever used with men, even those I’d considered marrying. I…
Letter to the Minister
Letters of love and fettered furor (usually separate) were more my thing. I had been on the foster-to-adoption waiting list for eight months. I come…
Absolutely fine
The sun was dazzling; the rays seemed to stroke my face saying “it’s going to be a beautiful life.” I had stopped checking the letterbox to…
To be or not to be. The singleton’s conundrum.
I am not really a fan of thinking things all the way through. Thinking things through in a logical rational fashion is the death of…
An Anglican minister, a Catholic nun and a Buddhist philosopher walk into a café
After some strange intrusion of Keanu Reeves into my life, in a stream of existential angst, I wrote a letter to said man – he…
