Family, Fiction, Parenting, Relationship and marriage, Writing

The Rumour

Roz opened the door to her home and, with a sigh, walked inside. She kicked off her shoes and leaned against the wall. 'Babe, is that you?' called Jerome. 'Yeah hon.' 'How was your day?' he asked. He was standing at the opposite end of the hallway. 'Oh...' his voice trailed off as he took… Continue reading The Rumour

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Time to move on

'There's something wrong,' I said, looking up with a frown. 'I think the spring is broken.' 'Why do you say that?' Mathew asked, wiping his hands on his jeans. Arsehole. He erred on the side of me being stupid, unknowing. Not what you'd call a supportive bloke. Many of my friends, and especially my parents,… Continue reading Time to move on

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

To the promised land

'Increase your profile. Build your brand. It's the only way to market,' says the woman on stage. I roll my eyes and slump in my seat. My hands are crossed over my chest. My friend, Rose, who brought me here is next to me, lapping up every word, her glasses pinching her nose. She's even… Continue reading To the promised land

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

Losing him

My heart aches; the pain I'd only read about before and never believed it. Always thought the person whose heart hurt was grabbing for attention, sympathy...whatever. And yet, here I am. My most beloved gone. Our life, that we spent years forging together, carving out future plans, re-building when a block was misplaced or broken,… Continue reading Losing him

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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… Continue reading Run to Paradise