An Ode To Six
She stumbles out of her room, eyes barely open. “Am I six now, mum?” she asks, rubbing her eyes. “You sure are sweetie,” I say.…
She stumbles out of her room, eyes barely open. “Am I six now, mum?” she asks, rubbing her eyes. “You sure are sweetie,” I say.…
I trudge through Woolworths, reassured by the portable plastic vomit bag tucked into my handbag a health nurse had so kindly given me, hoping desperately I…
There’s a folder I’ve started on my computer called “Ella”, and in it are things I come across and file away for the years ahead of…
It’s funny, the things you remember from childhood. The scent of those vomit-smelling seedpods on my walk home from school. Scrunchy socks in year three. Screaming…
I turn 32 tomorrow. And forgive me, but I’m cradling my second glass of red with Hozier on repeat. Bear with me. I’m young, I know.…
Love came, and became like blood in my body. It rushed through my veins and encircled my heart. Everywhere I looked, I saw one thing. The…
She climbed into bed beside me, nuzzling her way into position. Even with my eyes closed, I could see how she looked – thumb in her…
I see them as we drive west – a few dotted along the roadside to start with, tall, delicate, sunshine yellow. Soon the buildings disappear and…
I take the kids and bundle them in the car, tense words passed between us both upon leaving. I’m too exhausted to rifle through them, to…
After three and a half years and an awfully dishevelled hair state, my girl had her first hair cut yesterday. I don’t know why, but I’ve…