Remembering Dad

On the last Friday in January of last year, the sun rose but my heart could not. My father had passed away overnight. This weekend marks the first anniversary of our loss and I’d like to honour it by remembering a few of the things that my father so loved in life. His family. Potatoes in every way,…

Drams and Dirks and Groaning Trenchers – Burns Night 101

**Portrait of Robert Burns by Alexander Nasmyth, 1787: 2 years before the French Revolution and 11 years after the United States of America won its independence from England. This is one of the best known likenesses of Rabbie Burns and hangs in the Scottish National Portrait Gallery. Burns Night is a timely evening to beat…

Osso Buco, by Billy Collins

(Photo from Politicook.com. I’m afraid I didn’t have any of my own photos to use and this one shows the bones very well.) Pat of Singleforareason sent me a link to a poem today. It relates to my Rome-ing in the Rain post, where Monsieur warms up with a hearty Ossobucco (which can be spelled…

The No-F-Words Warrington

Stella Artois is sponsoring the London Bloggers’ Summer Social next week, so we can look forward to a glass or two of cool lager… They’ve also challenged us to describe our local watering hole in 150 words or less, stating the reasons that keep us going back, sooooo I wrote a poem. No one said…

Do not stand at my grave and weep

This is for the people I know who’ve lost close ones in recent weeks, and for all those who know what it feels like to lose someone. WARNING: do not read without kleenex to hand. Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a…