Family, Fiction, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Misha’s Dad

'I'm serious,' Mum said. She looked it. I'd never seen such concern writ large over her features. Her brow was tightly drawn, her eyes dark and cloudy. Her lips were a thin, taut line. In contrast, I was all dumbfounded shock. My mouth was gaping open while I thought of something to say. But how… Continue reading Misha’s Dad

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

Marge’s Bomb

Being with him is simpatico. It's easy, smooth, like taking a breath. We're in sync. I have this thought as I watch him drive away in our Ford Falcon GT, hot off the production line. Our toddler waves goodbye from her vantage point on my hip, her pudgy fist opening and closing. She blows her… Continue reading Marge’s Bomb

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

Tick Tock Tuesday #37 (23rd June 2020)

This week, I'm edging out of the 90s and into the noughties. I've selected a song Hubster and I used during our wedding. This song was his choice and it played as we signed the paperwork in front of our guests. We then were pronounced Husband and Wife and we entered the world together. Many… Continue reading Tick Tock Tuesday #37 (23rd June 2020)

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

The unravelling of Arabella

'Get dressed,' Arabella yells to her family. 'We've got to be out of here in ten minutes. No dilly dallying!' Footsteps thump from the kitchen to the bedrooms as Arabella's two teens follow her instructions. She smiles to herself; it's just the way she likes it. She hums to herself while she tidies the kitchen,… Continue reading The unravelling of Arabella

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Eleanor’s visit

'Morning John,' Eleanor said, entering his small room. 'Who are you?' he snarled. Life had been dark, colourless since John lost his memory. 'I'm Eleanor.' 'I had a wife called Eleanor.' 'I am your wife, darling.' 'Nah, you're an ugly bitch. Eleanor was loving and kind. Beautiful.' He glared accusingly at her. He remained seated… Continue reading Eleanor’s visit