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

Escape through the forest

My breath comes in short, raspy gasps. I jump over a tree stump, my feet land on the twiggy undergrowth and, for a second, I fear I will tumble. But my body remains upright, my legs keep running. I can hear Nath behind me, to the left. I glance that way, but I can't see… Continue reading Escape through the forest

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

Losing Mia

Barry and I were in a small room, just off from triage. It was styled with a sofa, two arm chairs, a small occasional table with a lamp, and cheap art work. Also on the table were brochures: organ donation, funeral homes, cancer foundations, and SIDS. And a vase of plastic flowers. We knew instinctively… Continue reading Losing Mia