Family

  • A New Chapter and What Comes Next

    I’ve written once a day for a month. It’s been so, so lovely to have this place back in my life, again. To have you all back in my life, again. It feels different. Good different, but different all the… Continue reading

  • Kids

    I’ve had my computer snatched up by a nine year old, and I’m writing this on my phone. It’s never the same, writing from a tiny little screen, without that perfect ‘tap of keys’ feeling. The kids had their cross… Continue reading

  • Unwell

    I wasn’t going to write. I’m beyond unwell, but Panadol and Nurofen are keeping my temperature down, so I’ve got some moments. It’s truly a wonder, the beauty of empathy. My little four year old, I’m certain, will be a… Continue reading

  • A Little Girl

    There is a tiny human in my life (four years old, and very sweet) who is wide awake at 9pm. Waiting for her best friend (me) to take her back to bed. It’s unknown the origins of this excess late… Continue reading

  • So Much Love

    I felt so much love from my little family, today. As I age, the value of family means so much more than it ever did. On my birthday, I felt the love with even more power. I’m going to head… Continue reading

  • Touched By The Birthday Fairy.

    It’s my 43rd birthday on Wednesday. I nearly called out to my husband, ‘Hey honey, am I turning 43 this year?’ I can’t believe it’s gotten to that stage. Ha ha ha. When I was much younger, I used to… Continue reading

  • Happy Birthday, Little Boy.

    My little boy’s birthday party is spinning around me as I type these words. We find ourselves after dinner, during cake, before presents: and by golly, there is noise. The most glorious kind. And the most deafening, uncomfortable kind. I… Continue reading

  • Family

    I was planning on writing something from the heart. Something deep. Something that said something, about something important. But then the most important thing curled up on my shoulder in the form of a nine year old girl, and all… Continue reading

  • The Beauty of Motherhood: Our New White Rose

    She is four-years-old, and knows only sunshine. Even when it rains, the sun soon returns for her, and I breathe her in. Like a drug delivering a pure dose of light to every vein. A few moments ago, her sunshine… Continue reading

  • Embracing Gratitude: Finding the Beauty in Chaos.

    I get to lie with my little girl, again. She’ll flail her four-year-old legs, again, she’ll tell me she’s not tired. Many, many times. But I get to do this. I get to feel her tiny thumb slide up and… Continue reading