Tag Archives: Desreen Brooks
crisis point
Don’t panic, I’m actually having quite a nice day so far. Mostly because ever since I woke up at 5am I’ve been able to hear my wife’s voice in my … Continue reading
playing happy
This is a fourth guest post by my two-year-old son, Jackson Bo Brooks-Dutton. In Jackson’s fourth post, he shares his views on moving from the last home he ever shared … Continue reading
heavy happiness
The sun was shining on us today. I woke up feeling okay and decided it was time to get out and play. Being ill for a fortnight has not only … Continue reading
dear mummy
Dear Mummy, This shot was taken just a few days before we had to say goodbye. Daddy couldn’t wait to show you but sadly he never got the chance. It’s … Continue reading
past tense
Today marks six months since my wife was killed. This milestone has had me reflecting on the past. More specifically on the past tense. Something I’ve struggled with since the … Continue reading
six months
Next Friday will be the six month anniversary of my wife’s untimely death. It simultaneously means both everything and nothing to me. Everything because I can’t believe how much our … Continue reading
babes’ mouths
Well yesterday took me by surprise. I’ve been telling people how I’m dreading Jackson’s friends getting to that age where they start to compare themselves to others around them. That … Continue reading
our song
A couple of weeks ago I mentioned that I’d written a song with my musician friend Paul Hand. Well it’s out today and proceeds from its downloads will go to … Continue reading
dry eyes
It’s easy to breeze through life and take it for granted until you are given reason not to. In fact it’s more than easy, it’s an absolute pleasure. Not a … Continue reading
tank engines
This is a guest post by writer, journalist and blogger, Emma Beddington …but first an introduction from me I don’t usually interfere with guest posts by weaving in my own … Continue reading
modern loneliness
“If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.” ― Jean-Paul Sartre In normal life I’d probably agree with this statement. There’s something so wonderfully gratifying about escaping the world … Continue reading
you’re her
Many years ago my maternal grandmother explained to me how she saw life and death. I was probably no more than ten when she asked me to walk over to … Continue reading
felicitas vitae
“When I was five years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to … Continue reading
miss you
Miss Confident Miss Shy Miss Fun Miss Hilarious Miss Loving Miss Loved Miss Organised Miss Inspiring Miss Strong Miss Fragile Miss Generous Miss Loyal Miss Fashion Miss Style Miss Beautiful … Continue reading
