Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Opinion, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Nelly and Paul

It strikes Nelly anew that trust is built over minutes, hours, years. Decades even, if you get that far. She sips her chamomile tea; its calming aroma does its job. She sighs, and dries her eyes. When Paul came home last night, she knew immediately that something was amiss. 'You right?' she asked, looking up… Continue reading Nelly and Paul

Family, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Writing

The view from the aisles

Goodness, it seems we're in quite a predicament. People of Australia are bracing for Covid19 impact by behaving in quite a selfish manner. Most of the population have jettisoned social norms and niceties; they no longer tolerate positive aspects of community living: sharing, kindness, and even the Aussie attitude of 'she'll be right, mate!' I… Continue reading The view from the aisles

Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Escape

Part 2. If you'd like to read Part 1, click here.   Once I'm back in my bedroom, I take the ampoule from its hiding place and put it in my bedside drawer, tucking it neatly under a pile of knickers and a lavender pot pourri. My hands are shaking. Climbing into my king-sized bed,… Continue reading Escape

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

In the night (Part 3)

The grass needs mowing. It is my first thought as I'm ushered inside by my mum. I say as much to her; she either doesn't hear or wilfully ignores me. Home invasion. Two months ago. I spent two nights in hospital before Mum took charge. She brought a suitcase, together we took the V-line to… Continue reading In the night (Part 3)

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

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