Kids

  • Darling Day Six. Darling Is The Fall

    She wobbled along, the little darling on wheels. Two wheels (which seemed to be the problem.) Mum balanced her own bike between her legs, guiding her duckling as best she could, until at last: there was flight. As I strolled… Continue reading

  • Winter Is Coming

    We’re heading into winter in Australia, and I’m feeling the resistance rising already. I’ve come to dread winter for the internal obstacles it brings. Sunny days charge my batteries and fill my joy pots to a state of ‘just so’,… Continue reading

  • Held

    Tonight I miss my childhood. I miss the way my Nan dipped onto to her knees and told me how precious I was to her. With her entire body, especially her eyes. I miss the way my Mum held me… Continue reading

  • Little

    When I was little, I was the curly haired girl. It was a point of fascination, my hair, a reason to love me more than the reasons that already existed inside my little girl heart. I wonder, now, how many… Continue reading

  • Six

    There is a little boy in this world who began his life within my body. He turned six today. I often think of the way his slippery little body looked as it squiggled into the world at my feet. Those… Continue reading

  • Goodnight

    It has been a day and a half. I am so in love with my beautiful children. So in love with my family and the friends that fill my soul with everything it needs. I’m in love with the gentle… Continue reading

  • Black Cats and Dress Ups

    I’ve just been to my little boy’s kinder disco, dressed as a cat. A black one, with some white bits included (because black and white cats are just a little bit less evil than pure black cats, wouldn’t you say?)… Continue reading

  • The Soft Girl Again

    The soft girl spoke to me again. She was quick, as usual, so quick I almost didn’t notice she’d come. But I caught her. Yes! And when I did, she spoke to me in moving pictures and silhouettes: a projected future scene,… Continue reading

  • Fairies

    Life is too short to dismiss the possibility of fairies. I’ve never seen one. And the imposter within me doesn’t even believe. But I’ll never stop looking. I’ll never stop pestering my children to look. And when we find such… Continue reading

  • Mum

    And then her name was Mum. Just like that. Happy Mothers day, beautiful, Mum. I see you. And you are all the bits of magic. Lots of love, Brooke. xxx (Aka: Mum.) Continue reading