When your parents pay attention to you, you have healthier relationships and greater academic success in your 30s.

A  2014 study of 243 people born into poverty found that children who received "sensitive caregiving" in their first three years not only did better in academic tests in childhood, but had healthier relationships and greater academic attainment in their 30s. Parents who are sensitive caregivers "respond to their child's signals promptly and appropriately" and "provide... Continue Reading →

Out with the old…

Being a Scrooge at Christmas is nothing to be proud of, or to apologise for. As far as I know, having reservations about this great festive break is perfectly legitimate. I was saying to my wife, before Christmas kicked-off, that we should not try our best to create an occasion that is 'perfect'. Christmas and... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas. The End.

I wanted to tell him the truth. I wanted to say that I had been wandering the corridors of sleep. I wanted to say that there was a ghost in my life. “If I’m honest, I would say that life is treating me badly.” That’s what I wanted to say. The morning had started badly.... Continue Reading →

Time Will Tell…

It's been almost a  three years since I finished my first journey of recovery and discovery. I thought that it had all gone amazingly well and that my life was set for a new and adventurous course that would be fuelled by writing. I'm still putting in the fuel , but my life is still in... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas…8

He came just after dark. I could hear his terrible steps across the city. My world trembled with each footfall. Tonight, my room had a window to the world and I stood at the cold pane watching the giant's advance. Each stride was met by fire. Each step an explosion. And I watched as if... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas…8

He came just after dark. I could hear his terrible steps across the city. My world trembled with each footfall. Tonight, my room had a window to the world and I stood at the cold pane watching the giant's advance. Each stride was met by fire. Each step an explosion. And I watched as if... Continue Reading →

Flat-Pack Manger…

A piece of wood that was part of the manger that the baby Jesus slept in has retruned to Jerusalem, just in time for Christmas. Now that's a sign of either divine intervention or just good Black Friday shopping. I can see some of the devout eyes popping out as they read this heretic post,... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas…7

Walls have ears. They listen to everything that happens. They hear love, hate, frustration, happiness and fear. Walls are absorbent. They embrace time and trap it. As I wake, I feel the security of those walls. Nothing gets in and nothing gets out. The sleeper is lodged beneath wakefulness. I can hear his deep breaths... Continue Reading →

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