I’m wrapped in a cardigan and scarf tonight, listening to the chorus of rain and crickets and frogs. It’s surprisingly cold here at the moment; strange to be wearing woolens and [...]
I grew up with the “slip, slop, slap” slogan emblazoned on my mind. Summer was a blend of pool days and balmy nights, bubble-o-bills and Sunday afternoon barbecues. We always had a [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Wrapped in a serape, watching the children play on the sand below. Poet: She watched the big kids from afar; so [...]
wabi-sabi: the Japanese aesthetic that embraces the flawed, incomplete and ephemeral. Underplayed beauty is so appealing, is it not? The delicacy of a pot amongst wilting vines, the deep green [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: “Mum, I’ll be the sun and you are the earth. Move around me in circles but don’t get too close, [...]
The humidity arrived right on cue; with it came the cicada’s song and the stormy nights. Summer is the most nostalgic season of them all – a cycle of ocean swims and hammock siestas, [...]
In the current issue of Little One Baby there is a story, written by me, about the importance of recording childhood. Whilst researching I spoke to a bunch of creatives who, in their own unique [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Within moments of arriving he was submerged in the water; ten minutes later he was shivering and blue. After [...]
One of the best things about being a writer is seeing your work in print. A few weekends ago I sat down for toast and tea on Sunday morning and opened up The Sunday Telegraph’s Body + Soul [...]
For the child who lives on the Australian coast, the rock pool is a place where memories are made. It’s so close to the ocean, yet so far from the waves. A protected pool where little [...]
In the past few months I’ve been taking a few steps to change the way we eat. Necessary steps for health and well being. When Daniel and I first moved out together we lived in a tiny fibro [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: At his school’s cultural day he celebrated “Australia” by dressing as a lifeguard. He stood still [...]
