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

Shelley and Christabel

'I don't want to explain it again!' Shelley squeals. 'Well you might have to,' Shelley's aunt, Christabel, responds. Shelley huffs and crosses her arms in protest. She loves living with Aunt Christabel, but she is extremely strict. Shelley was moved to Christabel's home by the department, after months of living on the streets and couch… Continue reading Shelley and Christabel

Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Writing

On the edge

She stands on the edge. Fear courses through her veins. Every inch of her body feels alive. Ironic, that this moment is when she can taste vigour, life. That now, finally, she thinks she can function. Peeking over the precipice, she see the cerulean bay. Looking towards the horizon, the magnificent sea of blue stretches… Continue reading On the edge

Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Writing

Small Annoyances

Carol is standing on her tippy-toes, so that she can make eye contact with the receptionist. So far, she's being ignored. The woman, whose name tag reads Sheryl, is on her mobile. 'Oh, I know,' says Sheryl, sounding remarkably like Sybil Fawlty. So much so, that Carol looks around for Manuel or Basil. Carol rests… Continue reading Small Annoyances

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

Alexa

'Make sure those quarterly reports are on my desk by 5,' Alexa says. She frowns slightly at Maxine, who skulks out of the office. Alexa swivels in her chair to face the floor-to-ceiling window, from which she is afforded uninhibited views of the city's skyline, and the sea beyond. She loves her office; the spacious… Continue reading Alexa

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

Sasha’s Morning

Ripples of contentment quiver through Sasha's body. She stretches in her bed, feels the tingle in her toes right up to the top of her head. Life is good. She leaps out from under the covers and walks into the kitchen. Gerry's already there, preparing breakfast for the two of them. 'Morning,' he says, pecking… Continue reading Sasha’s Morning