It’s been six years since I did a run of any note. Six years… and during that time...Read More
27 March this year was the last ‘coming-of-age’ milestone of my father’s suicide. He took his own life twenty-one years ago, in 1998.
Ordinarily I’m overcome with a sense of dread in the weeks before this annual milestone, but this year, I wasn’t.Read More
It was Saturday, March 28, 1998, when I received the news that would cast a shadow over the rest of my life.
I was 16 years old, and nothing would ever be ‘normal’ as I knew it, again. My dad had killed himself and now, 20 years on, I still have a father-shaped hole in my heart that won’t ever be filled.Read More