Little Luca

8 Amazing Years Ago

Luca. The name is like music to me. It sings on the lips.  And eight years ago, this beautiful name took on the shape of a baby boy, making it infinitely more musical. I vividly remember the night before he was born. A restless sleep in a strange hospital bed. Wondering with every twinge whether […]

Bad Mothers Don’t Fix Cactus Socks

Oh look. I’m talking about being a shitty mum and a shitty housewife again! Maybe it’s time I kept a journal….a PRIVATE one…

Am I crushing my kid’s creative soul?

Can a kid get an education without losing their creativity?

Fallen not so far from the tree

Fallen not so far from the tree

Physically, it has always been obvious that he was mine. But more and more, elements of his personality remind me of myself. Sometimes this little guy is so like me that it’s painful to witness. Mostly a sweet-natured and gentle kid, a perceived injustice can trigger a sudden rage. It is almost always aimed at […]

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The Little Daily: Luca Luca

The Little Daily: Luca Luca

December 2010. Luca was three and a half. Sweet lord but he was purty, wasn't he? It was a simpler time then. Mainly because this house had a dishwasher and two bathrooms. Sigh. This little fella with the golden curls is no more. In his place is a boy on the precipice of five. He […]

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Empathy Lessons

Empathy Lessons

So firstly, I want to take this opportunity to thank each and every person who read yesterday's post. Every time I share the stories that are hardest to write, I learn just how important it is to tell those stories. My traffic spiked dramatically and that is always so gratifying but especially when the post […]

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Conversation with the four-year-old

Conversation with the four-year-old

If your home is anything like mine, you are being invaded by toys. Toys everywhere, occupying every possible space and multiplying like a Mogwai in a bath. So in the name of sanity and to tone down the overtly consumerist display for my children, I periodically go through the toy haul and cull anything that […]

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Vomit and Cry

Have I done the appropriate whining about how sick I have been during my first trimester here yet? Are you all fully caught up on how vomitous I have been feeling? And are you all now subsequently impressed with how I managed to blog at all during those torturous months? You were all so worried […]

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I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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