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

Scent of the Morning

The morning's calm deteriorates as soon as Dougie's paws clack on the floorboards. Bessie giggles with delight and begins to grab his tail. Her sister, Hillary---with all the boredom of the disdainful teen---ignores Bessie but scratches Dougie behind his ears. 'Hilly,' says Bessie. 'Come and play with us.' 'Get lost.' Hillary clutches the remote. 'But… Continue reading Scent of the Morning

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

Attack

'Ready?' I watch as my daughter mounts her bike in front of me. Her little head amplified by the enormous helmet strapped into place. 'Let's go, Mummy!' And we're off. It's our Mummy/Daughter outing; she's chosen a bike ride along the trail that runs beside the Yarra. It's a beautiful day for it, albeit a… Continue reading Attack

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

Suburban Annoyances

This morning, I rose to be greeted by the repetitive and annoying sound of a neighbour's outdoor blower/vac. Rrrrremmmm. Rrrrremmmm. It's not constant. The neighbour must hold and release the button in five second intervals. And repeat. And repeat. And repeat. This happens reasonably frequently and comes from the townhouse directly behind us. I understand… Continue reading Suburban Annoyances

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

New Life

In Sylvia's new life, she has composure and self-assurance. None of this wallflower bullshit anymore. She's proud of herself, and rightly so. Or at least that's what her counsellor keeps telling her. Sylvia's not certain at what point she began to be brave. But slowly she listened to her inner voice, the one that said… Continue reading New Life

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The truth of the evening

I'll tell you the truth. The others won't, but you can count on me. Sit awhile, take a moment to relax, make a cuppa perhaps, while I give you the whole story. We were at the soiree. You know, the annual fundraiser for the footy club. Oh, and I guess you need to know who… Continue reading The truth of the evening