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

Working together

Sarah and Craig lay awake in their bed. Not touching, not speaking. The space between them a gaping chasm. Sarah pondered this while she stared at the ceiling. His job loss, and his interfering mother were part of the problem. But it wasn't the main reason. She pushed the thought back down, back into its… Continue reading Working together

Family, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Parenting, Weather, Writing

Season of hope

Autumn is my favourite season, but of course, here in Australia, it's spring. Spring is lovely too. Today, for example, there's a clear blue sky, cloud cover that occasionally hides the sun's rays. There's a lovely cool breeze that makes the leaves in the trees dance and sway. I've always found that spring brings us… Continue reading Season of hope

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

The Writer’s Husband

'But Sam, you know Erica always uses real life situations and turns them into fanciful plots.' Sam is slumped over my dining table. I've never seen him so defeated, so deflated. He's usually upbeat, a devil-may-care type of bloke. 'True, Marcia. That's true.' He lifts his head from his arms, and begins to play with… Continue reading The Writer’s Husband

Family, Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Parenting, Writing

Moving on

'The seeds are scattered in the field, Mum,' says Henry. My heart expands with pride. He's a good boy. Since his dad died, twenty months ago, he's stepped up to help me with all the farm work. 'Thanks Hen,' I say, patting him on the shoulder. He's only fourteen. He should be out with his… Continue reading Moving on

Family, Melbourne, Opinion, Writing

Brekkie Time

It's 9.30am, about to have a lazy Sunday morning breakfast. I've already had one coffee, and T1 is making me another. Fine barista skills this boy, makes the milk as frothy as air. As for the strength of the coffee itself, well, that can be hit and miss. I don't complain; I figure I'm lucky… Continue reading Brekkie Time