“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Oh sweet boy, you’re back from months of uncharacteristic behaviour. Grounded. Poet: In her presence [...]
About six months ago my vegie-loving four-year-old refused to eat his greens. And while he’s happy to eat raw carrot, tomatoes and the occasional cob of corn, anything leafy has not passed [...]
Popa’s workshop is much like his potting shed; overflowing with collected bits and bobs. The industrial theme is a little more prevalent though – spanners instead of shovels, oil [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: He declared it a wonderful day because (in order of wonderfullness): 1. We got to visit Popa 2. He got to go on an [...]
And with the winter solstice our days begin to grow longer. Although, I really do love having dinner on the stove at 4pm, making that five o’clock chaos a little more bearable. Right now my [...]
My beautiful friend Natalia gave birth to her daughter, at home, in the water, last September. Natalia recently told me the story of her rich Aboriginal culture and the rituals surrounding her [...]
The beautiful Charlotte Rivers from Lottie Loves has posted a little feature on my home today. Enjoy a sneak peek into my abode… Daniel slammed down the brakes of the car a few weeks ago [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Tree-climbing elf. Poet: She rumbles and tumbles but rarely does she cry. I’m a little overwhelmed by your [...]
It was grey, wet and windy so we rugged up for a quick dash to the fruit and veg barn. I always wear Poet in the sling when we shop, so I can chat to her as we walk the aisles, sneak her grapes [...]
The 95-year-old cottage across the road is up for auction. I wandered over there a few weeks ago to inspect the junk pile out front and I accidentally (luckily) got invited inside. Upon entering [...]
Around this time last year I was full-bellied and waddling and my almost-four-year-old was holding my hand as we explored. We used to talk, the two of us, about the baby. He always knew it would [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Hiding from the camera, discovering the scariest of shadows Poet: Her first cold – snotty-nosed and [...]
