You come to me, in your tattered soul way.

Limping a little, some days a lot.

And I bring you coffee.

And you cheer me on, my writing, my sales, my dog walking.

All my victories are our victories.

Your victories are mine too.

The supper that came from nowhere, deft hands mix stir chop.

And there it is.

Wife magic.

And the password needs resetting, and it is obstinate.

To you it is an infraction on your day.

So I fix it, and make the log in work.

Husband magic.

And some days with the kids, it seems there is no magic, only conflict. …

True colours was a hit song that came out when I was a teenager. Being incredibly popular it got a lot of air play.

I think the song was intended as a story about a girl’s perception, how she could see deep into a man’s heart, his “True Colours”, and loved him for what the world could not see.

I have always been something of an introvert, never felt comfortable in a crowd. To me a bar is like an alien world, I don’t see the appeal in yelling over the music in a crowd.

To that end, I have always had a special connection with female vocalists. When we enter a song together it is a relationship between us. That person is singing only to me. …