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

Following Daisy

I watched as the little girl, probably only three years old, jumped up and down. 'Yes, Mummy. Please!' she cried to the woman standing beside her. She crouched down to her daughter's level. 'Daisy, lovely manners, my girl.' Daisy's chocolate brown eyes glimmered with happiness. She clapped her hands. I felt conspicuous watching them, but… Continue reading Following Daisy

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

Leaving Bert

Mary hung a load of washing on the line. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but not caused by the sun's brightness beaming directly into her eyes. Bert's new rules had brought a schism in the home. She pegged his undies on the line, furious and sad over last night's dinner conversation. 'This is the way… Continue reading Leaving Bert

Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Writing

It’s not just a number

Despite a healthy diet, and a huge reduction in alcohol intake, Bertha is struggling to lose kilograms. Weighing in at 99kgs, she is worried. In no way does she want to weigh a number with three figures. And damn those idiots who say, 'it's just a number.' They're usually the same type who say, 'it's… Continue reading It’s not just a number

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

Coming to a Decision

Eventually, Arabella would have to make a decision. She was slumped in her chair, swinging back and forth, her fingers tightly gripping the armrests. It had been nearly two weeks since her last appointment with Martha. She'd spent her meditation moments each day pondering her relationship with Austin. She tried to see cracks. She tried… Continue reading Coming to a Decision

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Authenticity

'I think you need to consider your options,' Martha said decisively. Her pen was poised above the A4 notebook, its cover adorned with pink roses and had Arabella's name written with a Sharpie. Arabella didn't respond; her mind a jumping castle of thoughts. As Arabella's mentor, Martha had guided her to a job with greater… Continue reading Authenticity