Who’s choice?

If people won’t wear a simple face covering – pulling your skivvy up is acceptable for crying out loud – I am swiftly losing hope they will vaccinate to eradicate this virus. Here’s a story about the long term effects of people not vaccinating, and contributing the the spread of disease. Our six-month old babyContinue reading “Who’s choice?”

The Kids Are Not OK.

A child loves a hug, To be loved, to be snug In a parent’s warm embrace Or with their friends face to face. Little boys they like to rumble Little girls they like to cuddle Teens love to just hang out Chew the fat, lounge about. Being home suited some It made others want toContinue reading “The Kids Are Not OK.”

A Fabulous Post-Pandemic Life

How good is our Post Pandemic Life (PPL – a world where there is no PPE) going to be? A quick #recordinghistory poll says we are going to rock the following: Spend more time with family/keep this work-life balance going Buy Australian Made more Travel Look after our health more Drink less alcohol Hug aContinue reading “A Fabulous Post-Pandemic Life”

A Letter To My Isolated Self

Dear Me, First up – stop stressing about your kids schooling. If they fall behind because you cannot do what a teacher does, it DOES NOT MATTER. You are not trained to be a teacher – that takes four years and a million more of on-the-job skill. You are, however, a mother. Your job isContinue reading “A Letter To My Isolated Self”

Swimming in the Swamp of Uncertainty

I wake up not knowing, what this week will devour In this hour, watch the News, see the ‘Socials’ wielding power What will the world come to, will life resume rush hour? I’m swimming, in the swamp of this uncertainty. Today we’re back on schools: ‘Our kids are fine, they’re safe aplenty’ Says Scomo, versingContinue reading “Swimming in the Swamp of Uncertainty”

The Dance of the Pandemic

There were physical droplets in the air – fat atoms of fear held together by a stretched, thin skin which would pop at any moment. As I slowly creaked and cracked awake, the droplets threatened to rain – no, hail, on me, bursting their bubbles all over me, which would burst my own thinly heldContinue reading “The Dance of the Pandemic”