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

Sensing the Awkward

The state of Victoria is a dilapidated mess. Could even be described as a fixer-upper. Only problem is, who can save us? Who is equipped to perform the task? The diligent, difficult work that is required to renovate the state. To tear down the rotten structures and rebuild. Because we need more than a paint… Continue reading Sensing the Awkward

Fiction, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Weather, Writing

Grey Jumper

'I can't find it!' The drawers in my room are open, clothing flung and scattered across the bed, the floor, the dresser. Marianne, my room-mate, leans in the doorway, smirking, as it's clear now to us both that the search for my grey jumper is fruitless. 'What about the laundry?' she says. 'Have you checked… Continue reading Grey Jumper

Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Weather

The Stranger

Cornelia inhales deeply as she passes the man leaning on the wall. He's smoking. It's been years since she gave up but the acrid smell of tobacco draws her back to those years. Twenty years ago, at least. She stops, searches in her handbag for something, nothing. She's just wasting time, enjoying the smoke-chocked air.… Continue reading The Stranger

Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Weather, Writing

The rains came down

The sky a translucent grey, the ground wet and slippery. The air moist with humidity. All around, the nation is inundated with rains. North of my home, floods cause evacuations and damage. We are safe. Soggy, damp and warm, but safe. I look at the newspapers in astonishment at the water levels in NSW, Queensland.… Continue reading The rains came down

Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Weather

Sound of wings tapping

The moth flickers around the ceiling light. I lie naked on my bed, the warm air leaving my skin damp, sweat glistening like tiny jewels on my arms and flat belly. Cam's asleep, snoring. I watch the moth, my heartbeat quickening, ready to fling myself out of bed if it flies low. My phobia of… Continue reading Sound of wings tapping