Signing the paperwork

The phone rang. Mary-Beth heaved herself from her chair to follow the trill. Where did she leave the handset? There. On the hall table. By the time she reached it, she was breathless. Pressing the Answer button, she said, 'Hello?' 'Mary-Beth, it's Laura. How are you?' A beat. 'Are you OK, you sound out of…

An evening in the deep end

Many of you already know that I coach netball. The squad of sixteen girls, including Our Girl, means that I look after two teams (7 players on court during a match) each Saturday morning, school holidays aside. I played netball for many, many years so I know the sport very well, and am passionate about…

Sick

The entire crew came down with a bacterial infection. Photo by Adrian Lange on Unsplash

At home

'Well, what would you call it then?' Tommy asks. Lucy considers the vista: rambling paddocks, eucalyptus trees litter the hills on the horizon, the full dam, a chicken coop. She and Tommy stand on a verandah that hugs the facade of the house. She's always wanted a home with a verandah like that. She pictures…

Faith

In an eccentric twist, a show of faith from one who's eschewed Christianity, I am thankful today for Jesus. Yes, Jesus. But not for forgiveness from any so-called sins. Today, here in Melbourne, it's Good Friday and I revel in the public holiday. A paid day's work where I do not have to work. Monday,…