Family, Fiction, Melbourne, Parenting, Relationship and marriage, TV shows, Weather, Writing

Where’s the milk?

'If anyone needs me, I'll be in the back garden!' Millie calls over her shoulder as she walks out the door. There's no response. Not that she was expecting one. They're all watching the telly, eyes wide, jaws slack and hanging. Millie reckons they're watching one of those trashy reality shows, like the Bachelor or… Continue reading Where’s the milk?

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Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Writing

It’s not just a number

Despite a healthy diet, and a huge reduction in alcohol intake, Bertha is struggling to lose kilograms. Weighing in at 99kgs, she is worried. In no way does she want to weigh a number with three figures. And damn those idiots who say, 'it's just a number.' They're usually the same type who say, 'it's… Continue reading It’s not just a number

Family, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Weather, Writing

The List of What to Do

Today is a bleak wintry day. Cold, rainy. The perfect day to stay indoors and potter. I've dropped the kids at school. I've cancelled my exercise class—pathetic, I know, but I couldn't face outdoor exercise today. Instead, I've compiled a list of what to do: Edit manuscript Read Write Watch TV on the couch nestled… Continue reading The List of What to Do

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

Behind enemy’s door (short fiction)

With stealth, I pass through the open gate. I feel each heart beat like a strike on a timpany; it shudders to my core. I step towards the front door. Lift my hand to the brass knocker. My fingers are trembling, shaking. I take a deep breath, and remind myself this is my childhood home.… Continue reading Behind enemy’s door (short fiction)

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

Hazy mornings

The mornings are dark and crisp. Autumn is my favourite season. Well, I love winter, too. I suppose autumn serves as a signpost for me: of cooler air, dark evenings, biting winds, wood fires, coats, scarves, tights and boots. This morning I woke, snuggled under the doona, in a haze. Confused. My sleep so deep… Continue reading Hazy mornings