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Fall Down Funny

Has anyone ever really slipped on a banana peel?

Kid vs Car: Why I Need To Up My Road Safety Game

  The memory is vivid in my mind. One little body versus one comparatively huge car. This story has a happy ending. I wonder if I could tell it if it did not. It was school pick-up. I was ten, maybe eleven years old? I was sitting in the front passenger seat beside my mother […]

Dear Everyone, Please Go Away

Point me towards the nearest deserted island.

How Free Is Your Range?

How Free Is Your Range?

Photo by Angie Baxter So when you find your infant daughter sitting in an ice chest of cold water, you tend to do some soul-searching about the kind of parent you want to be. And I would like to be the kind of parent whose daughter doesn’t drown in an esky while I’m drunk dancing […]

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I Love Them But…

I Love Them But…

  I have a million and one things to do. Yeah, I'm still singing that old tune and don't look to be stopping any time soon.  But seriously, all the things. Yes, most of them are borne of my own towering expectations. Do more and do it better, Angie. Or, you know, die. I would […]

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Grit-eyed and Lead-boned

Grit-eyed and Lead-boned

{Photo Credit} Tuesdays on The Little Mumma are normally reserved for Harlow. Today's post would be Eight Little Weeks. Has she really been here for so long already? But I can't write that post tonight. I can't write it because I am too damned tired. The kind of tired that feels like you have grit […]

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In A Name

In A Name

You give birth to a child. The child actually comes out of your body. It's your baby, a tiny little being who probably even looks like you and yet, when it's time to leave the hospital, you can't help but marvel when they let you just walk right on out of there. WITH THE BABY. […]

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Signs

Signs

{Photo source} "..they were like a mirror at her weakest moments…"   I'm reading this fabulous book at the moment, The Privileges by Jonathan Dee, and while it is the story of a family, I didn't expect it to provide such a powerful gem. And on a day when the reflection my kids were providing […]

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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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