Children

  • Darling Day 5. When I grow up

    ‘Mum?’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘When I grow up, I wanna be…’ ‘…a digger.’ ‘A digger?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘You mean, like…the machine?’ ‘Umm…no.’ ‘Oh. Like…a man that digs?’ ‘Umm…’ ‘Like, you know, holes and stuff?’ ‘Umm…yeah.’ Silence. Silence. Giggle. Sigh. ‘Darling. You can be… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 2. Paper Rain

    I’ve got my little boy to thank for it; this paper rain that taps on the roof, every time the wind blows. To the adult eye—the eye that’s been battered and bruised by the duller shades of life—this paper rain…it’s… Continue reading

  • The Gift of Bother

    Last week I was car-less. Imagine. A young Mum with things to do. Places to go. Objects to move from one place to another. Small children to move from one place… To another. What a bother. And then it struck… Continue reading