Family, Fiction, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Writing


The chilly night air snaked its way up Mikayla's legs, despite the warm blanket draped over her. Lying on the banana lounge, she stared up at the sky. Dark like treacle, not a single star shining. Just the dim glow of the moon, high above her head. Ben was inside, emptying the dishwasher. Clunking plates… Continue reading Awakening

Family, Fiction, Relationship and marriage, Writing

A Fresh Hope

Layla wakes. Immediately she opens her eyes and glimpses the room around her. Chair. Dressing table. Wardrobe. Windows. Curtains---closed. Yesterday's clothes strewn over the the carpet. Everything is the same. Of course nothing's changed. There's no reason why waking to a new day would bring about seismic alterations to her life. Except that last night,… Continue reading A Fresh Hope

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

Life’s trampling pace

I emerge from a sleepy daze, blinking. The light is stark, bright, blinding. After a minute, my sight adjusts to my surroundings. Everything is oddly familiar, yet strange. Two shapes of similar height and width shift in my vision. The blurry edges mould and grow into human form as they draw closer. A primal force… Continue reading Life’s trampling pace

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

Birthday Wishes

A noise wakes me. The darkness is blinding. I reach my hands into the space in front of me. Silence. Flicking on the bedside lamp, I blink as the room flashes white. It takes a while for my sight to adjust as the light splinters, as if it's shooting through a prism. I make out… Continue reading Birthday Wishes

Melbourne, Opinion, Parenting, Writing

Teapots and Rhymes and Growing Up

Today's epic and thought-provoking post is a nursery rhyme. 'I'm a little teapot, short and stout Here is my handle, here is my spout When I get all steamed up, here me shout, Tip me over and pour me out.' It's been years since I last sung this. Oh, how I used to love watching… Continue reading Teapots and Rhymes and Growing Up