Once upon a time Oh a long time ago, when I was spending all my money on black and white board books and Baby Einstein DVDs. I could have told you with some authority what my child’s life would look like. There would be books and art, sandcastles and nature walks, play dates with friends,… Read More All Aboard the Diagnosis Train
I have no smart phone, but I do have very good reasons. I have fantastic coverage in my little house in the bush, from all the major networks ..BUT.. only when standing on a chair, on the furthest corner of my outside balcony. That said, If I drive to the top of the road the… Read More No Smart Phone, No Problem
Friday is Creative Bone Day I’m not going to just hide behind my blog every week and talk to amazing creative people about their passions, (Although that does sound tempting.) No, I intend to give everything a go, because this blog is about getting non perfect people off their derrières and just trying something. Also,… Read More Rock, Paper, Scissors…and a pencil
This is my dog “Happy Jack.” I didn’t name him. Look at that face for a moment. You can see the irony of his name written all over his sad chops. When calling my dog, my son -also called Jack- (and co incidentally also very happy) would often come running too, so one of them… Read More Happy dog is Not Happy
Exciting news After 8 hours of constant fiddling, my love button is finally functional. I have never been more fully satisfied. Please give it a twang by clicking on this link that will take you to my blog Then open the subscribe page on the top right corner and Insert an email address (warm your… Read More My Love button
My friend has invited me to a book club, for grown ups. I feel like a Jane Austin heroine about to be unleashed upon polite society. I confess I am as excited as a sniffer dog on a flight from Columbia. I have lived in ‘Treetopia’ for a year now and this qualifies as my… Read More Why I Love a Threesome
The lady with the sparkly eyes has rocks in her pockets, and also in her handbag. You might think this would weigh her down, but it doesn’t. In fact she is buoyant, because she is talking about something she clearly loves, the Ellenbrook Rocks group. If you haven’t heard of this, maybe you’ve been living… Read More Rock Solid
Where the hell is it now? The best day of your life. That whole twenty four hours of unrestrained bliss. I could name a few events that might be up there for me, my children’s births, my wedding, a journey home, a reunion with people I love. These would be the perfectly framed pictures on… Read More Where did you leave yourself again?
Be still my singing heart. Middle child, ‘AKA the fridge magnet’ has come to pay homage to the refrigerator. He belongs to a secret society. A global, ritualistic cult of small boys that must, on an hourly basis, between sunrise and sunset, make pilgrimage to stand before the cold metal box. I am convinced he… Read More Hunger Pangs and Snack Monsters
Firstborn briefly attended ballet school. Actually, it was a ‘conservatoire’ let us pause for a minute to embrace the supreme scent of wankery in that title. (British noun: conservatoire; plural noun: conservatoires) 1. a college for the study of classical music or other arts, typically in the continental European tradition. “she studies piano and violin… Read More Dance Moms, Look away now.