If there are ‘rules’ for blogging, I tend to break them. I don’t publish to a regular schedule. Some weeks I manage to write a bunch of posts, some weeks none at all. I don’t write about a narrowly-targeted subject that is of interest to a specific audience. I mostly write about whatever I feel … More Why I am a bad blogger
Every morning I check the news to see if the world’s ending. The funny thing is – that isn’t the first thing I do. It’s about the fifth. The order usually goes: Facebook. Email. Twitter. WordPress. Then ABC news for word on any impending apocalypse. Probably if the world was ending it would have been … More DON’T PANIC
My mother taught me to drink it by the gallon, a flood of dirty brown the best accompaniment to tiredness boredom grief conversation the passage of time. In case of shock, add sugar. While some warm the pot and measure the leaves, I dunk bags bought by the hundred in a box of … More Tea
It can’t be happening. Surely it can’t be happening. It is. I’m going to be forty in just under two months. But it’s okay, nobody panic. As of this week I have a motto and a rudimentary plan. My motto: Fuck it, I’m Forty. The best old people I know say it like it … More Help, I’m turning forty!
My blog is six months old. Six months! Just a baby still, I know. But on the other hand, in the space of six months I’ve gone from No Blog to Blog. I’ve taken the plunge into a domain name. I’ve grappled with words on the screen. I’ve tried to find images that add something … More My blog is having a six month crisis
[EDIT: The long weekend has confused me so much I thought it was Sunday already! I’m a day early! Well good to be ahead of schedule for once… 🙂 ] … Well that week went quickly. I’ve had a slow and frustrating week as far as writing goes. My baby has been staying up late … More Snippet Sunday #2 – The River’s Dark
When I was about eleven, I started catching the bus home from school by myself. Near where my bus stopped on Grenfell Street, in the Adelaide CBD, was a shop called Granny May’s. It was always full of kids in uniform, mostly girls, their schoolbags piled at the door. I remember being drawn to … More For the love of stationery
THESE ARE ALL TRUE. His week in tears: This truck does not fit in the back of that truck. Mummy will not let me pour water into her shoe. There is garlic mayo on Mummy’s felafel. (Mummy’s note: Fair call, I made the mayo myself with fresh garlic and it was pretty fierce). Magnetic repulsion … More ‘This week in tears’: a Special Post to Celebrate the Joys of having a Toddler with Three Molars coming through Simultaneously and also a mild Viral Infection.
1. Jem’s job was to open and shut the gate. Because of this, even though his brother Scott was older and had longer legs and took up more space, Jem got the passenger door seat while Scott was stuck in the middle, squished between Jem and their Dad, his legs pressing against theirs. The cabin … More Wings like these
Really, honestly? If you’re somebody who, at some point each day, or on a decent proportion of your allotted days, sits down and picks up a pen or puts your fingers on a keyboard and strings words together of your own free will: why? It’s a strange thing to do. You do realise you’re basically … More Why write?