Parenthood

  • Dancing Girl

    She danced like no one was watching. She went to that place where all artists go when they create. She is my daughter and she is five, but actually she is ageless, and it was this beautiful, ageless essence that… Continue reading

  • Sunrise

    On this tired night, I know I have been blessed. And so it is I send a seed of this sweet day into the arms of the sorrowful. And I say to them: take this day and make it yours,… Continue reading

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 100 Years Pregnant

    I love being pregnant. I love the way it looks, I love the way it feels. I love it. Love it. Love it. But. I do feel like I’ve run a marathon and a half. At the end of the… Continue reading