Staging a #Fexit

I’ve staged a #Fexit. That’s a Facebook exit.  Unlike the #Brexit I did not consult a whole country. I did however let my ‘friends’ know I was outta there, lest I miss something vital, like a baby, engagement, or self-tan gone hilariously wrong.  I asked them to pick up the good old dog and bone.Continue reading “Staging a #Fexit”

Back from the brink

“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 oldContinue reading “Back from the brink”

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, twoContinue reading “Two Funerals and a Brain Scan “

What next?

“The thing that bothers me most about this new world of instant overloads of mass communication and accelerated daily life, is that people are losing their sense of personal dreaming.  That sense of being intimately yourself is disappearing.”                                  Continue reading “What next?”

The voice without words

Today, I got that feeling along the spiky edge of my gut instinct.  As I exited the parent toilets at our little old local-yocal shopping centre, a 30ish year old man walked in. Alone.  My two year old and I nearly bumped into him with our trolley on the way out, so I apologised.  He said, “It’sContinue reading “The voice without words”

Who has touched your life today?

We see it on the television.  On the pages of newspapers. But that’s about as much impact those children, women and men stolen or sold into slavery have on our everyday life. Or is it? Let’s look a little closer… 7am: Wake up.  Drink beautiful smooth Colombian coffee, the beans of which were picked byContinue reading “Who has touched your life today?”

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 aboutContinue reading “The smell of safety”

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 mightContinue reading “There was an old man, an old lady and a clever young thing…”

A grand old tale in a teacup

“Mum! Maradona’s on the floor!” It takes me a minute.  Then I see the pile of brilliant blue Siamese fighting fish slopped on the boards, covered in the rewards of my lack of vacuuming. My shocked son’s face is standing above it. “Oh dear. Pick him up, then darling.  I wonder how -” A squealContinue reading “A grand old tale in a teacup”