As a parent, there is nothing more infuriating than what happened to me yesterday as I took a peaceful walk to the park with my two children. Walking back along the cycle path at the end of our road, BUB.1 was on his scooter behind me, stationary, looking at the blackberries, while BUB.2 languished in … Continue reading »
Posted in October 2012 …
Where have all the cowboys gone?
It struck me the other day, as I was sitting in a music class singing about Sheldon the Shark, what was missing. Men. Since I was 12 years old I’ve enjoyed hanging out with boys as much as girls and as many of my good friends are men as they are women. The workplaces I … Continue reading »
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boys
To me the notion that while we are planning and waiting for things to happen, things actually do happen, are happening, is just so beautifully expressed here. And like all good literature, it just makes me feel a lot better Continue reading »
SAHM. WTF?
With their litany of engorged bosoms, sexless rows and vomit-splattered shoulders, I envisaged it would be like root canal and a career in mining combined. But worse. But oddly, it isn’t. Continue reading »
Catalogue of rejection
It just seems so much easier to BE the seahorse or the giraffe or the cow than to foist it on the baby long enough to make it love it. Either that, or my children have serious attachment issues. Continue reading »
Dawn of the Red
We woke up as usual and world had turned orange. Like someone had planted a bomb inside a gigantic packet of Cheesy Wotsits. Continue reading »
A change is gonna come
Turns out you don’t know a lot of this stuff, it’s just designed and laid out in pretty catalogues purely to take your mind off searing heartburn and constant, unsatisfactory urination during the latter stages of pregnancy. Continue reading »
Hello Mum!
Every single year that I was living in Australia, as predictable as the changing of the seasons, my Mum would send me a cheerful little text message to say that GMTV were filming in Sydney. Continue reading »
“Well, I love it!”* (*and other things not to say in front of estate agents)
The utter barefaced cheek of it. A letter through the door from a local estate agent suggesting that perhaps dirty dishes in the sink or piles of clutter are putting our potential buyers off? How VERY dare they. Continue reading »
“Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood” – T.S. Eliot
I was having dinner with a an old friend last week and he told me how he’d been reading T.S Eliot to his soon-to-be-born child. And it made me think. I studied English Literature at University, and if there is one thing I want to pass onto my children it’s a love and appreciation of … Continue reading »
