Pool memories

I stood at the local swimming pool last week. Scanning the bobbing faces to keep an eye on my kids. “Be careful” I yelled “stay where I can see you!” I fear making mistakes when it comes to my children, a slip in judgement could change the course of mine and their life. The thing is, […]

I heart coffee

I always roll my eyes at the public health announcement about too much coffee. Is there really such a thing? Last month I shared a story on my Facebook page about a mum who was hassled by a barista because her bub was having a cry. There were lots of mums there that day – me […]

mumday

I think I should write an e-book on blog traffic. Over the last 48 hours sharing this post, this post and this piece I wrote for Essential Kids Ive had almost 1000 people come to read ideas of being a mum from different, non hallmark, perspectives. Thank you. I travelled overseas with my mum and […]

school walking

There are multiple journeys you traverse when you enter adulthood. I always felt as if my twenties involved the wearing of hideously mismatched clothing, of various sizes, while meandering around an attempt at a serious career. It was exhausting. I was 28 when I gave birth to my beautiful girl – by my side was my […]

ittybitty

We make assumptions, and believe we are right about the assumptions; then we defend our assumptions and try to make someone else wrong – Don Miguel Ruiz   I sat at the movies on Sunday morning. With one baby on my lap, my other to my left and my husband on my right. We were all […]

photo-10

I was at my daughter’s parent teacher interview this morning. My lovely husband at my side. Small scribbled notes on the teachers paper in front of him and an excel spreadsheet up on the board telling me where she was in relation to everyone else. I looked up at the graphs and the diagrams and […]

EG

My desk is a afloat with post-it notes. Ideas for articles, short sharp lines that might be useful for my thesis, action items that remain unactioned. They act like tumbleweed – blowing past my desk, curled up and yellowing from their jar near the window. Sometimes I wonder if its best to bin them, scared […]