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

Marigold’s pain

Marigold's tummy swirls and her body temperature oscillates between cold and hot, like she's about to spew. Her brow has perspiration beads collecting at her hairline. She's Googled her symptoms: she could have food poisoning to a bacterial infection to a smattering of more sinister options. She keeps her pain and her Dr Google sleuthing… Continue reading Marigold’s pain

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A morning in the life of

'Harriet, don't tease your sister!' I yell for the umpteenth time. I wipe my forehead with my gloved hand. I am washing the breakfast dishes. The dishwasher's kaput. Died mid-cycle three weeks ago, so I had to empty it of half-clean crockery and then bucket out the excess water. Since then, my lower back is… Continue reading A morning in the life of

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Broken

'Over time, and with plenty of practice, you'll manage,' said Marty. He was putting me to bed for the night, arranging my legs under a makeshift tent blanket. The moon boot was bulky, and the sheet caught on the Velcro straps. 'I'll check on you later,' he said. He winked and mouthed Love you as… Continue reading Broken

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Mothers’ Day

I've just risen out of bed. Had a lie-in, joined by Our Girl for cuddly snuggles. Hubster then made brekkie for me and brought it on a tray to the bed. On the tray was a hand-picked rose from our garden by T2, an espresso coffee made by T1. Brekkie was avocado, fetta and bacon… Continue reading Mothers’ Day

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Waiting for answers

Part B to Smashing Morning. Click here if you missed it. Six weeks and many rage-turns later, we are no closer to an answer to what is plaguing Erich. I am on the chaise longue, reading a book. Erich is sleeping after his latest turn. He becomes exhausted afterwards. Never remembers, just crawls into our… Continue reading Waiting for answers