My late rising New Year’s resolution is kindness. Be kind, show kindness, kind, kind, kind. It’s everywhere – the new catch phrase to counteract narcissism generated in our age of the selfie. Me me me it’s all about me, verses Be kind to one another. I should have been an anthropologist or psychologist instead of… Continue reading Practising Kindness. Kind of.
The day began with the usual unsatisfying vomit; a dribble of bile in the cup of my hand and some in the loo. Not even Christmas Day, with all its miracles, could offer up a reprieve. I wandered out of our guest bedroom to see a quartet of teenage cousins slothing out of theirs. Four… Continue reading A Wise Man and a Bright Star
Not to be out done by our country’s not-so-Prime Minister, I find myself this week sitting constantly in a Hung Household. Also known as school holidays. As the Speaker of the House it is my principal duty to preside over the House and maintain order in the House, uphold the rules of procedure, rule… Continue reading Hung Household
Ah, holidays, they’re so good for the soul aren’t they? Warmth in your bones, cocktails in your belly and pictures of your red toenails against a blue sea on your Facebook account. Or not – as was the case for our most recent holiday. Yes, we did have warmth – but only for a few… Continue reading Notice
“If left, the bacteria Molly has, can kill in a matter of hours.” I remembered, through a haze, that when we first arrived at Sydney Children’s Hospital at 1am that night which was to change us forever, they’d bumped a head trauma in order to operate on the pneumococcal infection in our tiny six month old… Continue reading Back from the brink
Ahhh, school camp. It’s a challenge for a parent, is it not? Firstly the packing list. ‘Old t–shirts and shorts’. Read: Complete and Utter Fashion Dilemma, might as well have written ‘pressure mum and dad to buy you the latest Nike gold plated futsal sneakers and scuff appropriately so it looks like you always wear… Continue reading School Camp
Last year was one of those years – I couldn’t go to Coles without catching pneumonia. At one point I just took my sick-after-sick-after-sick kids out of school and we ran away up the coast to a big wide open space with no snot in it. Add to this a brain scan for me, two… Continue reading Two Funerals and a Brain Scan