Michael Halloran
Bio
Educator. Writer. Appleman.
Stories (28/0)
The stork
A white stork stands stock still, perfectly balanced on one leg, in the mudflats off the coast at low tide. The stork appears to be thinking deeply, contemplating the meaning of life. Perhaps it is deciding on its next course of action. But it is also possible that it is just being a stork.
By Michael Halloran2 years ago in Motivation
Three Things
The ten nights which followed the passing of my Dad were black. Not bleak. Black. There were no dreams, or at least no dreams that I could recall having when I woke each morning. I slept strangely well most nights, but the usual vivid dreams just before waking were absent.
By Michael Halloran2 years ago in Families
- Top Story - November 2021
The Perfect Stick Top Story - November 2021
Crocodiles have a design flaw. If insects bite a croc in the middle of the back, the crocodile’s legs can’t reach that spot to scratch. March Flies in the Northern Territory exploit this, stabbing into the soft parts between the impenetrable, shell-like, outer casing of a crocodile.
By Michael Halloran2 years ago in Longevity
Love
Love. What is it? Does it even exist? Not according to my older brother. He was the source of equal measures of both sage and flawed advice for me in the wake of my marriage breakup more than ten years ago. I was upset and sorting through weighty philosophical issues. He was on hand to provide the wisdom of his four extra years on the planet.
By Michael Halloran2 years ago in Humans