In January 2020, my died at the ripe age of 93. In this two-part blog, I write about my vivid memories of helping him build the above garage in the 1960s. My dad built his brick-built garage, one small piece at a time…with a little help from his son…Read More
I recently lost my Dad, Derreck Parkes. At 93, he was worn out and faded away peacefully on 28 January this year. Since it was clear his life was drawing to a close towards the end of last year, I prepared for his loss, at least to some extent. Losing my Dad has caused me to reflect on his qualities a human being, and his impact on my sister and me as a father.Read More
I took hold of a notebook and started to scribble. I enjoyed writing about what I did and how I felt, but after a couple of months, the journaling began to get displaced by my recovery. Find out how Russ discovered more about himself.Read More
Sometimes I encounter a situation that I do not know how to resolve. It may be something quite trivial, or it could be a knotty problem.
At the beginning of 2020, like every year for the last twenty years, I write my goals for the next twelve months. Since retirement, this discipline is even more important to me because I have entered a new chapter of life.