The angst and the anger

One of my favourite albums of the 90s was Alanis Morrisette's Jagged Little Pill. Like most young women in their 20s at that time, I identified with the angst and anger in the lyrics. I turned up the volume and sang along. Here's a snippet from You Oughta Know: I want you to know that…

Life’s trampling pace

I emerge from a sleepy daze, blinking. The light is stark, bright, blinding. After a minute, my sight adjusts to my surroundings. Everything is oddly familiar, yet strange. Two shapes of similar height and width shift in my vision. The blurry edges mould and grow into human form as they draw closer. A primal force…

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…

Run to Paradise

I'd been on holiday for two weeks before it hit me. This wasn't a holiday. I was escaping an ordinary life. I'd run to paradise (the song was on auto-play in my head constantly) to distract myself from laundry and lunches. And love. The three Ls. Here in Fiji, on the beach, it was easy…

Reunited

In the passage, brimming with happiness, it is like a switch flicks Julia had spent the last twenty years existing. Not experiencing all that life offered. Not truly living. Out of the blue he'd made contact. They took it slowly, old school. Phone calls, lunches and dinners, movie outings, picnics on the beach. After three…