Homework

630pm Sunday night I’m in the shower. “Dad where’s my iPad I need to do homework.” I open my eyes letting the soap seep in. The burning sensation offsetting the immense pain I feel from…

It is half past 2 and I think I hear the patter, Here we go again, whatever is the matter? You are in your own room, it’s always what you wanted, Now you come and tell…

IT IS Saturday. I am lying in bed reading the news on my iPad. I find myself at an exasperated loss, unable to relax, having just screamed (again) at my sons for running around the…