Daughter of mine.

Dear Pogue, Daughter of mine, what a conversation. Isn’t it so strange that we can let our communications become tempered and modified by not wanting to offend another person or not wanting to upset? How easily we dilute our honesty because we fear that should another consume it undiluted it will be bitter and unpalatable. … Continue reading Daughter of mine.

Some say weird, I say different.

Dear Pogue, I have a friend who has just gone to university. "So what" I hear you ask, "aren't a whole bunch of kids off to university about now?" Yes, that's true, but my friend didn't go with the hoards of 18 and 19 year olds fresh from school, most trying to delay employment as … Continue reading Some say weird, I say different.