School Camp

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

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Two Funerals and a Brain Scan 

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 

Month of Mini-Motivation

  I sit here, looking at our sudden deep water frontage and a river knocking at my back door after rain so voluminous who knew the world could produce such a thing. I have four kids on school holidays jailed inside the house and never enough food.  Opposing this, I also have that New Year … Continue reading Month of Mini-Motivation

The smell of safety

It’s enough to singe the nose hair. Or at least relieve my nasal spray of it’s duties. Is it alcohol?  My wine definitely doesn’t smell like that. Thank goodness, the old glass of patience. Astringent might be how one would describe it.  The AK47 of germ terminator’s, might be another good description. I’m talking about … Continue reading The smell of safety

In hot pursuit of passion

So ladies, we’ve now "got it all".  Someone burned a bra and we can be CEO’s, mothers, revolutionary’s, and expert children’s party crafters. But so many women are not happy with this. They are trying to cut back on hobbies, friends or even family in an effort to calm a chaotic life.  They meditate on … Continue reading In hot pursuit of passion

My heart, newly born

You put your head on my chest: First your ear, then your squashy little cheek, then your perfect, faintly-haired crown nuzzles down with a sigh, above my heart.  Your head and my chest become one, together, there is no difference between us anymore. Just like when you were growing inside of me, only better.  Better, because … Continue reading My heart, newly born

There was an old man, an old lady and a clever young thing…

The old man is Greece.  The old lady is Romania.  And the clever young thing is the EU. Why these three? In a timely coincidence, I have just edited a piece in my book, set in 2005, which talks about life in Romania as the country prepares to enter the EU.  Right when Greece might … Continue reading There was an old man, an old lady and a clever young thing…