“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: fully dressed and she wandered straight into the ocean. Happy as a clam. Dusk at the beach – silky light [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: edging closer to three (and she has the attitude and tantrums to prove it). Perhaps it’s because [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: a few times a week she falls asleep in the car and I carefully carry her inside; her head tucked into my neck, her [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: strumming a found-by-the-side-of-the-road guitar and singing her best rendition of “twinkle, twinkle” [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: She tried to pick those pink blooms but they were just beyond reach. We walk past this fence most mornings but [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: She’s gazing at her brother which makes her smile even more precious. I’ve had a big few days in [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week. every week, in 2014.” Poet: doing her best at being angry. “Look at me mum, I so angry. You take picture. Oh-K?” She’s [...]
Mothers share a language that is both honest and heartfelt. We are fierce – protective and courageous. But there is no denying that in this age we are challenged; by racing time and [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: ‘reading’ Milly Molly Mandy and completely fascinated by the fact that she has a cat and a dog. Love [...]
I like collating these colour-coded posts; a series of random scenes united. / an arbour and its wild foliage. / sleeping baby – she is getting so tall. / he always has his head in a [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: furrowed brow, quizzical eyes, pouty lips and tapping fingers on the top of her walking stick. I had three [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: Looking so much like her Daddy but those lips…I’ll always take the credit. I took an abundance of [...]
