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”

Tales from a Soccer Sideline: 2020

  “I’m devastated, 2020 was going to be his first year to be graded into a good team,” says soccer mum, India, carefully placing her newly lifted face in her hands so as not to create any wrinkles.  “A hip replacement, can you believe it?” “Try not to worry India honey, he’s young, he’ll bounceContinue reading “Tales from a Soccer Sideline: 2020”

My crappy new look

The other week I pictured myself stepping back into the glamorous, highly strung world of fashion, as a fashion editor sitting in the front row at Australian Fashion Week. Result: Grey roots, a pink shell tracksuit and lack of understanding of the uses for handcuffs, did not serve me well.  So I decided to stickContinue reading “My crappy new look”

Notice

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 fewContinue reading “Notice”

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”

Tales from a Soccer Sideline #2

“It’s just really important to Sam,” enthuses Marsha with a look of utter distress on her face about the whole situation, whilst simultaneously checking Facebook. “Soccer is a huge passion for him and he really looks up to the coach, sees him as the most important thing in his life during the soccer season –Continue reading “Tales from a Soccer Sideline #2”

Tales from a Soccer Sideline #1

“I DIDN’T GET THE AWARD FOR SPORTSMANSHIP!” he spits at his mother, devil-red in the face, smoke pistonning from his nostrils. The 9 year old striker’s fists begin to crack closed forcefully, his tiny brain struggling to makes sense of it all, teeth grinding in fury. “Yes, I was watching the award ceremony,” responds hisContinue reading “Tales from a Soccer Sideline #1”

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”