Little Memories

As I recall – an early memory

  “Late one night when the moon was green, A tomcat sat on the sewing machine The sewing machine began to hum And sewed ten stitches in the tomcat’s…BELLY BUTTON!   My grandfather, Tim, died when I was just three years old. By then, he was legally blind. I would sit on his knee and […]

Meanwhile, in Babyland

Hard work. That is how I would describe her. Invariably, if I can’t find Harlow, this is where she is.   Oh yeah, I totally stand on tables now.  Or somewhere equally unsafe. Removing her is met with one of two reactions; screaming indignation or blatant wilfulness as she climbs right back to where she […]

Belly Envy

Photo by Steve Young She was there again this week. Saturday afternoon Body Balance class. I've just started going but I could tell right away that she'd been doing it for a while. I was impressed by her flexibility although I knew her body was producing hormones to make her bendier than usual. But what […]

Pretty Ugly

Pretty Ugly

  Not pretty enough…   As a child, I thought I was beautiful. My mum told me I was. My dad told me I was. At primary school, I was popular which further cemented this most subjective of things as fact. Because all the popular girls are cute. I was a tiny little dot of […]

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Music Memory

Music Memory

    I thought everyone's life had a soundtrack. Every significant memory in my life – and even the insignificant ones – have music attached. My earliest memories are all punctuated by songs. Going to Mum's hairdresser reminds me of Mondo Rock, trips away on the houseboat recall the Good Morning, Vietnam soundtrack, driving to […]

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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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