“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 bounce … Continue reading Tales from a Soccer Sideline: 2020
“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
"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 his … Continue reading Tales from a Soccer Sideline #1
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
Mindfulness and meditation. It helps a world wide web worth of things, especially, I am told, with writing. Writer’s block? Meditate. Creative juices goneski? Meditate. So I have decided I need to learn it. Especially at the moment because I have four little ones who are behaving like someone else’s children. You know, that naughty … Continue reading Mindlessness
My new job was not a comfortable one. I learnt that every minute a human was being sold into unspeakable brutality. Every minute that I sat at my clean, new desk, drinking my murky but hot coffee, with my body, completely intact. Every minute I slept in my enormous bed. Every minute I complained about … Continue reading An uncomfortable silence?
I see four frilled-neck lizards, Sitting on the lounge. Or wait - are they neck ruffles On silly billy clowns?