All Quiet
The times when we are quiet the most are the times when we have the most to say. I have not written here for a long time. Five and a half weeks to be exact. I think this is the longest spell in the three years that my little space has existed that I have…
Read MoreThe worst 20 minutes of my life
Thirty seconds was all it took to turn a shopping trip into my worst nightmare. Standing in Toys R Us, my husband spotted a work colleague and turned to say hello. I also turned to say hello. And the moment I turned back, our two-year-old son was gone. Just like that. At first I did…
Read MoreThe ‘no vax, no visit’ post: how parents are helping keep babies safe
Social media updates from new parents were once loving, smitten posts announcing the birth of baby, followed by a stream of oh-so-cute photos. Yet it seems the latest trend in parenting social media updates are quite the opposite. “A simple injection can save the life of a newborn! I know this may seem harsh but…
Read MoreConversations with Coming Home
As I walked through my days thinking about what I would write for this post I couldn’t help but linger on repeat. The Diddy-Dirty Money Coming Home chorus playing relentlessly in my head. I’m coming home I’m coming home tell the world I’m coming home Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday…
Read MoreWhat would you do?
I gave up on real life shopping ages ago. Ever since, my sisters office has become a revolving door to one delivery after another. I have all my packages delivered to her because her office is always manned and we never miss out on a delivery. So my sister coming home with packages and parcels…
Read MoreThe day my son started a fire
Put yourself in the shoes of a young boy. You’re holding a large multi-packet of chips you can’t open. Mum is doing the washing and your older brother is watching TV. Do you walk out of the pantry and ask one of them to help you? Or do you grab the barbeque igniter from the…
Read MoreKeeping Secrets
Keeping secrets can be like making the bed every morning in some families. It becomes part of their everyday ritual. A ritual that becomes so common and keepsake it stops hovering at the surface and sinks slowly down into the intricate layers that makes up a family. The word itself ‘secrets’ can summon dark and…
Read MoreWatching the Time
For the past eight weeks we have been watching the time. For the most part it has been unbearable. Last year my parents bought AJ and PJ a cuckoo clock. At the time I could not think of a worse present for them to receive. A cuckoo clock meant noise, lots of constant and persistent…
Read MoreTwenty Thirty Forty
My twenties were all about ticking boxes. University, tick. Job, tick. Engaged, tick. House, tick. Married, tick. Travel, tick. Tick, tick and tick. It wasn’t so much that I was driven or determined. I was simply free falling through the spirited days that were my twenties. It wasn’t even that I thought I was invincible…
Read MoreThe Christening Gown
Thirty eight years ago my mother held in her hands a pair of silver heavy set dress making scissors. They were a pair of scissors with faded black paint to distinguish the handle. She stood there with the scissors in one hand and the delicate folds of the white fabric in the other hand. The…
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