Motherhood

  • This Place of Quiet

    I am here in the quiet, knowing I am home. I am the same, in this place, as the windy trees and the sunset that melts across the bay. This quiet. It is the porcelain wail of a newborn child,… Continue reading

  • Proof of Glum

    I’m hovering over the heater. If my pants were made of plastic, in fact, they’d have melted to my legs by now. That’s beside the point, I suppose. The point is…actually, there is no point. I’m just feeling a little… Continue reading

  • Tonight

    Tonight I tear again. The ache of a mother remembering her ducklings, sweet. It’s a long, long road to the deep end of a soul. And some days ripple and crash more than other days do. The rain falls inside.… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 18. The Little Boy

    Darling is the little boy that cannot sleep. ‘I think I need a bandaid, Mum. Mum? I think I need a bandaid.’ They start their tricks young, these beautiful tiny humans, don’t they. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 10. Little Darling Ones

    Dearest darling bunny ones my hop-a-long divine, this Mother’s heart will always beat to find your hands in mine.   One life I share with you my dears, one chance I have to say: I’ll do my very best to… Continue reading

  • Darling day 8: Milk and Honey Sunrise

    Today felt like a milk and honey sunrise. What is a milk and honey sunrise? I have no idea. But it felt an awful lot like darling to me. Continue reading

  • 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

  • The Darling Blog Of May Returns

    I may be about to make the biggest mistake of my life. Okay, that’s a little dramatic, let me rephrase. I may be about to make the biggest mistake of 2020. So! What’s the big mistake, you ask? The thing… 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