Motherhood

  • Tomorrow

    I’m the sole parent of three tiny humans, this weekend. It’s as exhausting as it sounds, but I have tea and I have chocolate. And I’m watching Westside Story. Sigh. The baby will wake soon. Tomorrow. xx Continue reading

  • Rest

    Oh, dear rest. How beautiful to touch your softness, so. When I, the weary boned, have assaulted this body with your skeleton friend, exhaustion. How sweet it is, this sigh of the deep. How darling to fall to the earth… Continue reading

  • I Am This

    I have decided there is a way life should be, a way I should be. As a woman. As a mum. As a fictional character plucked perfectly from the sky of humanity. And I run and I run and I… Continue reading

  • Authentically Not Myself

    I am authentically myself when I am not at all myself, and it is magical, beautiful, wonderful. What do I mean by this? Well, I’m not sure. It’s a little too obscure to understand or explain, but I’m certain you’ve… Continue reading

  • A Darling Home

    An open heart. A darling home for my children, my love, and me. Continue reading

  • Imagine

    Sometimes, I wonder if I can still write. Not just write, as in, write any old words. I mean, I sometimes wonder if I can still write fiction that peels my skin from the bone. Words I read back after… Continue reading

  • Fairy Lights

    I sang about fairy lights as we drove. I remember. My tiny head bobbling about in the back seat while Mum drove us through the darkness to her weekly game of basketball. ‘I love your beautiful songs, Brooke.’ It was… Continue reading

  • And Then The World Changed

    It’s funny, isn’t it. How we zone in on the things that happen in life that signal an ending of something and the beginning of something else. They roll on in, these momentous happenings, and soon they pass: although we… Continue reading

  • Waiting For Baby Again

    Eight years ago it was, when I sat on the couch, a day before my 30th birthday, suspecting today might be the day I’d meet my very first baby. There was a muslei bar involved. Four AM insomnia. And I… Continue reading

  • Peace and Drama

    The sky is marble grey and it is raining. It is so very lovely. Peaceful if I were to give it a word. And here I am, relaxing my way through another afternoon of life in the 35th week of… Continue reading