Melbourne, Opinion, Parenting, Writing

Teapots and Rhymes and Growing Up

Today's epic and thought-provoking post is a nursery rhyme. 'I'm a little teapot, short and stout Here is my handle, here is my spout When I get all steamed up, here me shout, Tip me over and pour me out.' It's been years since I last sung this. Oh, how I used to love watching… Continue reading Teapots and Rhymes and Growing Up

Family, Melbourne, Music, Opinion, Parenting, Writing

I guess that’s why

In a serendipitous twist, the two word prompts I follow are 'classic' and 'the blues'. Elton John is inside my head: Time on my hands should be time spent with you... It's a classic. Another one of those great songs released in the 80s. At the time, I was about 13, a happy early teen… Continue reading I guess that’s why

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

Rash and Anxiety

A small gathering stands to one side of the pitch as the family arrives. They hang back from the group. The woman's brow is tightly drawn. She grips the arm of her husband, as if keeping him with her. His face is unreadable, but he offers a slight nod. With his left hand, he nudges… Continue reading Rash and Anxiety

Music, Parenting, Writing

Taking flight

I dabbled on here yesterday. Looked up and noted the daily word prompt, thoughts percolated in my brain about how to write yesterday's word. I even wrote a few sentences. But nothing stuck. Nothing seemed right. So I switched off my laptop and took flight for the day. My mind is a jumbling mess. The… Continue reading Taking flight