Family, Fiction, Poems, Relationship and marriage, TV shows, Writing

Elena

She wants to be beautiful, breezy, bright But she's filled with rage And contempt. Few see her real persona. Only Those who look deep, beyond Her exterior Applied with care, attention, detail. Lance and conceal each blemish And smile. But even she can't hide behind Her mask forever. She is Soon unravelled By one who's… Continue reading Elena

Family, Opinion, Relationship and marriage, TV shows, Writing

The nuggets in Prime

Just before Christmas, we signed up for a month of free access to Amazon Prime. We did so in exchange for free delivery on numerous Year 7 textbooks we purchased for our boys' school requirements. I admit, I had no idea of the content available aside from The Grand Tour, on which T1 and Hubster… Continue reading The nuggets in Prime

Family, Fiction, Melbourne, Parenting, Relationship and marriage, TV shows, Weather, Writing

Where’s the milk?

'If anyone needs me, I'll be in the back garden!' Millie calls over her shoulder as she walks out the door. There's no response. Not that she was expecting one. They're all watching the telly, eyes wide, jaws slack and hanging. Millie reckons they're watching one of those trashy reality shows, like the Bachelor or… Continue reading Where’s the milk?

Fiction, Health and wellbeing, TV shows, Writing

Surviving a fall

Help. In her mind, the word is shouted. But no noise comes out, despite her mouth opening wide. Where is she? She tries to glimpse her surroundings, but all she sees is black. Her clothes are damp, her jeans especially. She feels around her; a trickle of water streams underneath, she touches a grassy carpet.… Continue reading Surviving a fall

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

Behind enemy’s door (short fiction)

With stealth, I pass through the open gate. I feel each heart beat like a strike on a timpany; it shudders to my core. I step towards the front door. Lift my hand to the brass knocker. My fingers are trembling, shaking. I take a deep breath, and remind myself this is my childhood home.… Continue reading Behind enemy’s door (short fiction)