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“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: He’s been sick most of the week with a cold. His new friend came as a surprise in the mail, a welcome gift. [...]

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 [...]

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“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 [...]