The phone rang. Mary-Beth heaved herself from her chair to follow the trill. Where did she leave the handset? There. On the hall table. By the time she reached it, she was breathless. Pressing the Answer button, she said, 'Hello?' 'Mary-Beth, it's Laura. How are you?' A beat. 'Are you OK, you sound out of… Continue reading Signing the paperwork
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Working the Crowds
The crowd is large. Boisterous. Arms outstretched, reaching for me, offering me posies and cards. I smile, slowly edge my way towards the people. I see a little girl, almost crushed between many pairs of legs and the fence line. Her pudgy little hand pushes through the palings; she's holding something. Once I come close,… Continue reading Working the Crowds
Ordinary Talent
'You think you're that brilliant?' Ethan asks. He's frustrated, I can tell. Rubs his hands through his thinning hair, then rests his head on them. Head bowed. Eyes closed. I mentioned, just five minutes ago, that I didn't need to practice today. That I deserved a day off. I'm tired. Sitting in front of the… Continue reading Ordinary Talent
An evening in the deep end
Many of you already know that I coach netball. The squad of sixteen girls, including Our Girl, means that I look after two teams (7 players on court during a match) each Saturday morning, school holidays aside. I played netball for many, many years so I know the sport very well, and am passionate about… Continue reading An evening in the deep end
Sick
The entire crew came down with a bacterial infection. Photo by Adrian Lange on Unsplash