When Luca was born, I was broken and remade, something like a phoenix rising from the ashes of who I used to be. In most ways, I was stronger than before. But my heart was infinitely softer and far more vulnerable to hurt. I worried about my tiny, helpless baby and I worried about being […]
So we did this yesterday. Luca, Ziggy and I headed into Officeworks armed with a $50 giftcard and proceeded to fill our basket with back to school goodies. When Officeworks emailed me, I had already ordered all of Luca's school supplies directly through his school. I really didn't need anything. But when they mentioned that […]
I’ve been thinking a lot about stuff. Things we accumulate. Things we think we need. I like to buy stuff, get stuff, hoard stuff. I know this about myself. But since becoming a mother, the accumulation of stuff has hit crisis point. Three children add a whole other dimension of stuff to buy, get […]
Three Reasons To Give A Damn About The World We Live In When I was a little girl, there were nights I couldn't sleep for all the worries in my head. I worried about the cigarette I stole from my mum's pack of menthols and smoked in the back paddock. I worried about the tiny […]
It has come to my attention that my confused mind is not about to get any less confused in the short term because Christmas approaches and we all know that this is the time when minds typically get completely lost. As in totally. Mind failure to the fullest extent. Ka-boom! I forgot to go to […]
Dearest Dershaye, I remember so vividly opening the envelope that carried news of your arrival in my life. Your serious little face gazed back at me from the photo within and I exclaimed, "Oh, he's gorgeous!" and then checking the letter again, "I mean she, she's gorgeous!" You were nine years old. You loved skipping […]
[image source] The truth is if a letter arrives in the mail requesting donations, I find it very difficult to just throw it away. Unless the charity has affiliations with serial killers or pro-lifers, then out comes the credit card. I once received a mini-novel worth of literature about people with various disabilities who found […]
When his first Christmas rolled around, Luca was all of five months old. We, the new parents, were stupidly excited about sharing the special day with our firstborn. Guess who still believes in Santa We bought this child so many presents that we ran out of daylight hours, I repeat, there were not enough […]
