on working from home

When I say I work from home most people assume I stay in my pyjamas all day. Which is true, occasionally. Working from home is both wonderful and challenging. I’ve never had to refuse Poet [...]

six

Six years ago today, at a little beachside cafe,  I sipped peppermint tea and he stirred sugar into his mocha. Imagine if we had of known what was to come. Four months later we moved into a [...]

the catastrophe scale

I have a tendency to overreact. Sometimes my sighs over food-splattered-clothing are a little too loud and often I tsk, tsk, tsk. If I’m particularly busy and feeling overly sensitive I can [...]

21/52

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: “Worst. Day. Ever.” – he declared from his under-the-table cubby house where he snacked on toast [...]

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“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Theme for the week: “He’ll do it his way”  – this includes getting dressed. That [...]

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“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Portraits from Melbourne. Che: At Collingwood Children’s Farm, chasing the cat. The poor cat.  Poet: OOOhhhhhhhh, [...]

from the city (melbourne)

Oh Melbourne; with your pockets of light, bustling cafes and narrow laneways you always leave me in awe. At the moment your streets are decorated with autumn leaves and your sky is the clearest [...]