I do enjoy the light cotton of summer dresses. I don’t like my knees – I prefer frills. I wonder if this mirror will ever get hung on the wall. Today is our eighth day of rain. I miss [...]
I always tell my pre-natal students that pregnancy and motherhood is about surrender. You surrender when you conceive, you surrender to the journey of pregnancy and when your baby is ready to be [...]
Amongst all the grief and sadness there are little bits of hope. Like Sam, found by a CFA member, in desperate need of water. She drank 3 bottles…and has since fallen in love with a koala [...]
Image from www.smh.com.au I remember standing in my backyard in January 1994. Our fear rose as we watched ash fall onto the grass. We had packed a few bags, we watched smoke in the sky…and [...]
Tag. I’m it. Lovely Fliss from udder tagged me to play. The rules? “Open the 6th picture folder on your computer, open the 6th photo and blog it. Write something about it. Then tag 6 [...]
There have been so many things I’ve found in op-shops that have had a rather cyclical life in my hands. They come into my home, stay a while, return to the op-shop. So now I’m more [...]
And honesty is a good thing, right? I received an email from a New Yorker today – a mum, yoga teacher and photographer. She reads this space often and asked me why I never really talk about [...]
Till he came back. I didn’t want to sound like a love-sick puppy so I decided not to mention that he’d gone. He headed to Melbourne for 8 days to watch the tennis…it was the [...]
So many breezes wander through my summer room: but never enough It reached 41degrees here today. The cool change breezed through our windows about two hours ago. I smiled and exhaled and knew we [...]
And it’s beating bright. I feel wilted…like the roses whose petals fell days ago. It’s unending and fierce, this heat. The fan whirls all day, it’s constant rhythm lulling [...]
I do like a good chat on the phone. That’s me in the photo, chatting away on a public phone in Hawaii. That dress is still safe and sound in my cupboard. Still as cute as ever (those little [...]
Yep, Che is speaking three-syllable words. And his Dada’s pride is palpable. Why? Because after saying the usual Muma, Dada, bubba, hello, no…he can say motorbike (mo-ha-ka). I [...]
