Melbourne, Writing

A Way Through

My last two posts on here, both of which are short fiction, have been---by my own admission---a bit, well, terrible. Maybe terrible's too harsh a word, but I'm sure you get my meaning. It's a reminder to me that writing, good writing, ought not to be rushed. There's a dogma worth living by. Not that… Continue reading A Way Through

Family, Fiction, Melbourne, Parenting, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Marge’s Bomb

Being with him is simpatico. It's easy, smooth, like taking a breath. We're in sync. I have this thought as I watch him drive away in our Ford Falcon GT, hot off the production line. Our toddler waves goodbye from her vantage point on my hip, her pudgy fist opening and closing. She blows her… Continue reading Marge’s Bomb

Fiction, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Weather, Writing

Declan’s Prize

I'm resting on our deck, prostrate on the new outdoor couch. The pungent smell of wood stain fills my nose. Inside the house, sleeping bodies lie on the sofa. Somewhere I can hear snoring. The noises merge and haze as I doze off. The back yard was the last on Declan's and my list for… Continue reading Declan’s Prize

Melbourne, Opinion, Parenting, Writing

Teapots and Rhymes and Growing Up

Today's epic and thought-provoking post is a nursery rhyme. 'I'm a little teapot, short and stout Here is my handle, here is my spout When I get all steamed up, here me shout, Tip me over and pour me out.' It's been years since I last sung this. Oh, how I used to love watching… Continue reading Teapots and Rhymes and Growing Up

Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Writing


What the hell is wrong with people today? Well, not all people obviously, coz many of us are toeing the mask-wearing line. Footage revealed this morning shows an excruciating display of singular-mindedness in the face of a pandemic. A woman entered Bunnings, by design unmasked, filming with her phone camera front-facing, and immediately proceeds to… Continue reading Singularity