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

Offer for Patricia

'But what will I have to do?' Patricia asked. Her cheeks were flushed, a deep rosy red and she was wringing her hands. 'Oh, it's nothing too dramatic,' Mr Burns replied. 'Pretty cushy, really. Answer telephone calls, grab morning tea orders from staff and phone them through to the cafe. Stationery orders. Greet visitors, sign… Continue reading Offer for Patricia

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Parent guilt

Yesterday morning was one of those crazy moments in parenting. I had two netball games to coach, at the same venue, one time-slot in the fixture apart (equivalent to about thirty-five minutes). T1's soccer game was earlier but in a suburb twenty minutes away, and T2 had his regular tutoring appointment at our local library,… Continue reading Parent guilt

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

At the supermarket

Standing in line at the checkout, she is warm and her armpits damp, despite the chilly day and her coat and scarf. She holds her breath as she watches each item scanned, then placed in her bags by the operator. Her eyes flick to the screen. $45. Glancing along the conveyor belt, she nervously estimates… Continue reading At the supermarket

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Mount Lofty

Years ago, as a teenage girl growing in Adelaide, I dreamed of many things. Well, perhaps not many; probably only a few, such as kissing boys and falling in love and getting married. A world-changer, I was not. There was, and still is, a scenic lookout in the foothills of Adelaide called Mount Lofty. Couples… Continue reading Mount Lofty

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

Phone call

My head spun as I placed the phone back in its cradle. I rested my hand on it for a second, while I twisted the curly cord around my fingers. In the background I heard the dull cacophony of the telly. 'Turn the volume down!' I screamed. The kids all turned, surprised at my outburst,… Continue reading Phone call