I admit, it was all because of my addiction to catalogues. If I'd just put up that "No Junk Mail" sign on my letterbox, it would never have happened. But I was weak and Go-Lo were advertising some amazing pieces of utter shit from Taiwan that cost 7 cents to make and that I could […]
Little Tales
Little Tales: The Baby Daddy
by Angie Maddison | March 13, 2014 | Little Tales | 5 Comments
[photo source] I can’t help but notice him as he boards the already crowded 112 tram in the city. Someone gives him a hand hoisting the pram up the stairs. They place it down just at the top, directly in the doorway. There is nowhere else for him to go. I stand in the […]
Little Tales: Car Troubles and Courtney Love
by Angie Maddison | March 6, 2014 | Little Angie, Little Memoir, Little Tales | 3 Comments
I suppose Courtney Love was to blame. On many prior evenings, I had made this very trip from my small country town home to Melbourne. I was seeing a boy who wasn’t nearly as invested in the “relationship” as I was, and I could not get enough of how bad I felt about myself […]
Little Tales: The Close Shave
by Angie Maddison | November 27, 2013 | Little Boy, Little Brothers, Little Tales | 8 Comments
If you must know, I was tooling around on my phone when I should have been watching them. So from that perspective, it is probably my fault. I’m the mother. No doubt future therapy will reveal it was all my fault. But in my defence, I never could have predicted my children would almost […]
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.

