Mum

  • 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 11. Nan

    She was just one of those people everyone loved. Darling, through and through. When she was good, she was like an orange wind, laced with mint and strawberry sweet. She was kind, but not in a: ‘Hi, how are you?’ sort… 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

  • 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

  • Maybe Tomorrow, Moon

    Maybe tomorrow I’ll fly to the moon. Or maybe tomorrow I’ll finally realise I’ve been on the moon this whole entire time. Continue reading

  • The Sweetest of All Knowings

    I spend so many hours, my sweet babes, wishing I could lift for you. If only I would remember that the path of the butterfly is never a straight one. That there are dips and turns in life, and times… 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

  • Sad Hands

    My hands are not happy with me. If there were little faces in the middle of my palms, both faces would feature a raised eyebrow and an angry forehead, absolutely. They’ve had a big day, the poor muffins. But because… Continue reading