Category Archives: Parenting
Growing Up more than OK
The challenge of parenting is the difficulty in seeing how today shapes the future. A few weeks back I took my kids with me to the physio. I had a sports injury (how cool!) and while the lovely young man … Continue reading
Inviting yourself back in
Freelance writing is a strange business. It’s a little like research work. You get a snippet of time with a person where you ask them detailed questions about their life and then you hang up and they vanish into … Continue reading
Man vs child
One of my closest friends in the worlds is having a baby. It’s her first whereas Im coming up to celebrating eight years existence in a world that offers more questions than answers each day. Parenting small people is like … Continue reading
The diversion.
Through the poverty-stricken undergrad years I worked in peoples homes helping them to care for their children who had special needs. It sat well with the ideals I was learning in my social work degree and paid me to take … Continue reading
The accidental scars
There are moments of complete polarity in our days. Waking to the news of bombs going off on the other side of the world. Watching people sing for their moment in the spotlight in the evenings. I wrote for this … Continue reading
The opinionater
I found myself yelling at the tele like I tend to do on Monday nights when Q&A pops on. I was angry last night about the focus of the all women panel. I was waiting for thoughts on child … Continue reading
Giving them space
So much of parenting revolves around the repetitive behaviours that you hope will one day seep in and become part of what makes them, them. But when do you step back and let their own stories unfold? My step-daughter shared … Continue reading
The whimsical mathematician
This morning I stepped off the train in the city, casually sauntered through the QVB – sans kids – and ordered myself a coffee. Good job Sarah…see this is how its done, calm, measured and in control I explained to … Continue reading
That hippo and his cake
While we were away I had a few fleeting ideas for articles I could write. When I took a few moments to collect my thoughts, I packaged them up and sent them through to various editors I work with. There … Continue reading
Remember the time
‘Remember the time Dad, when we went for a walk and the Lorikeets were so loud we couldn’t hear each other?’. Her little voice came from the very back row in the car. Wedged between the boogie board and her … Continue reading
