“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: He comes grocery shopping with me every fortnight. And I always take a photo of him in the empty carpark (because [...]
“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 [...]
“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 [...]
“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 [...]
“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 [...]
“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. [...]
“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 [...]
“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 [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Portraits from Melbourne. Che: At Collingwood Children’s Farm, chasing the cat. The poor cat. Poet: OOOhhhhhhhh, [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Oh hello 4-and-a-half-year-old-Che-with-attitude! I’m sorry, but no child of mine rolls their eyes at me, [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: tick, tick, tick, tick. Always thinking. Here I’m telling him why that was his last swimming lesson [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: With practice, comes confidence. “I want to ride my bike every day, always.” Poet: Why am I not [...]
