An Art party, with The Flash
My baby turned four. As he blew out the candles on his cake, he wished aloud that he “wanted to be a grown up.” In my heart, I lassoed that wish right back! Then hugged him a little tighter and wished instead that he would stay my baby forever. PJ loves life with such abundance;…
Read MoreConversations with History
As I sit, warming my hands around my coffee cup and I think about history, my thoughts are like a cyclone. My own history? My family’s history? The history of our country? While all of these topics are important, interesting even, are they anything I want to sit here and share my conversation with? No,…
Read MoreCrossroads. Mental health from two perspectives
I hadn’t slept in days, my mind was filled to the brim and my eyes felt like I had dumped a bucket of sand in them. I lived in a hostel and had kept myself locked in my room, pacing the floor, writing my thoughts on the mural I had created in my room. I…
Read MoreDon’t Wish Me a Happy Birthday
In a dark, quiet part of the world, I sit alone. A cold chill sits heavy in the air. The light of day shifts towards night. In the dusk the light diffuses through the trees and settles, never quite reaching the ground. An ambience of colour, orange, yellow and green, hangs in the air. I…
Read MoreThe Girl at the Crossroads
Driving home. Late in the afternoon. Tired from a day’s work. Staring ahead into the peak hour traffic, barely moving forward. Mindlessly thinking about dinner and seeing my boys. Then, I saw her. Dishevelled blonde hair. Pyjamas on. Green polka dot bathrobe catching the breeze. She was walking. In the middle of the road. Against…
Read MoreThe Pomegranate Tree
On the concrete step of the back porch, sits a little girl. Dark brown hair tied up in pony tails. Skin sun-kissed from playing outside all day. She is only three and full of the innocence and beauty that being only three can bring. She laughs and plays, spending all day with her grandmother, her…
Read MoreLego birthday party favours
A party wouldn’t be complete without party bags full of favours to take home. So while I have often opted for something simple, for AJ’s Lego birthday party, I wanted the children to take home some of the magic that my boys believe in when it comes to Lego. A little bag of crayons, shaped as Lego mini-figures. A…
Read MoreMaltese Figolli
When I think about my Dad, the first thing I think of is his hands. Strong hands. Scuffed and worn from a lifetime of work in the building industry. Hands that are starting to show signs of turning sixty later this year. Hands that are always willing to help. Dad’s hands are his most distinctive…
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