Over 30 years with you;
nearly 20 without.
My life remains enscribed
by your supportive presence.
You preceded my first days,
and coaxed me across the room
for my first stumbling steps;
invite me across the divide for my last.
Something of you remains in me.
Something always will.

From the poetic…
On Fatherhood

To the hard-edged streets of Los Angeles…
The love of a father

From fatherhood wounded…
A culture of use and failed fatherhood

And rejected…
Watershed moment for feminists in the Catholic Church

To the anticipation of the Father’s house…
The upset of Easter, and the last things