A couple of days ago my twelve-week-old puppy, Bruno, had a bit of a trauma. Well, a lot of a trauma. It happened at the vet’s, where I took him for what was supposed to be a normal, innocuous doggy jab. But within half a minute of receiving it, the poor little thing went all [...]
The title for my latest blog post is borrowed from the 1980s horror film, A Nightmare on Elm Street, which some of you might remember. So why that particular horror film? Easy. Because yesterday’s experience truly was a nightmare, though not involving blood, guts and gore. It just involved the gory state my soul was [...]
I know that some of you might think it’s a bit late now to be writing about the New Year, already five days into 2019. But it’s still seasonal here in Krakow, with the Christmas market still flourishing and snow silently falling as I write this, and Twelfth Night upon us tomorrow, so these are [...]
All I want for Christmas is you … and you and you and you … But who, exactly, are you? We all have our different you’s who we long to be with, and who we miss if they’re not with us. In most cases, ‘you’ is our family, including the four-legged members. In my case, the [...]
Wouldn’t it be nice if there were a postal service between heaven and earth? Or between the hereafter and earth, whatever the hereafter entails. I know that everything is digital nowadays, and ‘digital’ is all the younger generation has known. But nonetheless, just imagine this scene. It’s Christmastime. You're feeling nostalgic, and your thoughts are [...]
This is not going to be one of my usual posts. My dog has died. No other way of saying it. I don’t like ‘passed away’. That’s a useless euphemism. My dog has died. Just two days ago. She’s gone, but I don’t know where. I don’t know if there’s a doggie heaven, or if [...]
When I was thirteen, my father occasionally came to visit us for the weekend. There were a lot of things I assumed about his visits, back then. Like, for instance, the fact that he and my mother shared a bedroom only because there was no spare bedroom. They were, after all, separated. We lived in [...]
