How I love this young man, perhaps my greatest teacher. He can quash my anger with his smile, melt any resentment, as he holds my gaze. What he gives me when I hold his stare, to let him witness me, not as his father,  but as another human being, full of wonder. There’s a great …

I lie on the decking by the pond, a hot English summer’s afternoon. My brow sweats,  my mind churns with dread. A persistent feeling the last few hours… lost, sad, broken.  Theodor is away, on summer travels and adventures with his mummy. But I think of him, as I often do, my first born. His …