In the cold light of a new day, everything seems vulnerable.  I am not used to the cold.  Dealing with it is...

I love organisation.  I aspire to be organised.  Candidly, while I can describe both, I am not particularly gifted at either.  I like...

Fifteen years ago, maybe sixteen years ago, my father and I unpacked this table saw and began to assemble it...

The fact that the weather was going to change was no secret.  Everyone was talking about it.  Any media that one might...

I sat in a chair, sipping coffee and reflecting on what life had been trying to reveal through her whispers...

It is cold outside, especially for someone who lives in a place that is usually warm to hot. I did...

It was a random find in my dad’s desk.  Initially, I assumed I knew where the keys would fit and what...

The shop was silent, except for the sounds of my creation.  The setting was the same as it had been for...

The tarmac I was standing on could have been anywhere.  The parking lot and nearby road were eerily silent.  Nothing was moving.  I...