To say my father was good man would be a lie. I remember him in a series of flashbacks, moments of violent domestic mayhem and toothy smiles, followed by a gentle pat on the head!
Who Killed My Dad? Part 1 – By Noel Anderson
Who Killed My Dad? Part 2 – By Noel Anderson
I remember punches flying, and seeing three men in a circle, I only found out dad had been involved when mum came running back screaming, ‘Oh, God. Your father been bashed!
Kevin Spacey’s Closet
‘My father used to yell at me about the idea I might be gay. He would scream at me: ‘don’t be a faggot!’
Lies My Mother Never Told Me
It's Christmas Eve in Melbourne, Australia...I've eaten half a box of Chocolate Celebrations in my bedroom and I'm alone watching Carol's by Candlelight. I'm not feeling sorry for myself understand, but this Christmas my mind is on my mother. You see Mum recently went into a nursing home after being sick for some time. When... Continue Reading →
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