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

Overheard conversations

'Why do we need to help?' I'm sitting at a cafe, eavesdropping while pretending to read the newspaper. The young girl, who looks about seven, has posed this question to her mum about the homeless. I dare a glance. The mum is fretting; her eyes dart about to see if anyone is demonstrably paying attention.… Continue reading Overheard conversations

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

To party or not to party?

Pete's initial call rang out over two weeks ago. His party of decade was planned and ready. Invitations would follow via email in the next few days. It was a rainy, grey morning when Hillary opened her invitation. It had arrived in her inbox overnight. She stared at the words, trying not to feel superior… Continue reading To party or not to party?

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

Surrendered

The photograph left Misha with no doubt: she was now officially old. Staring into the mirror, she compared versions of herself. The photo taken thirty years ago showed her bright eyes, and high cheekbones; her skin taut and rosy. Now, she was all crinkly around the edges, had jowls, and her skin was papery, and… Continue reading Surrendered

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

Wheels falling off

Gawd, three weeks until the kidlets can go back to school and I can return to work. The wheels of productivity are loosening; the lights of inspiration flickering. I bob in a sea of disconnectedness with the world of work. But fear not, my fickle ways shall be overcome. I shall rise to the challenge… Continue reading Wheels falling off

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

Coming home

'Circle round the back,' I say to Ben. We've been driving for six hours. Stopped at a roadside motel and spent a night in a flea-ridden bed. We both rose at 5AM, itchy and groggy. I briefly contemplated a hot shower to wake up and maybe burn off the fleas, but one glance at the… Continue reading Coming home