Desperate to find some mental and physical equilibrium

You awaken; your eyes snap open and you roll them around, and they oblige. Your brain isn’t, yet, complaining to obey commands. You focus on the opposite wall in the pale dawn and you think to yourself, “Hey, I feel okay.” You then sit up and the world reels. You’re a test pilot in a…

Eau de la poo

Whenever my sister comes to visit, before I even let her step through the door, I insist on her completely honest opinion on the olfactory state of our household. “Now tell me,” I say. “When you come in, take a whiff and tell me if it stinks or not.” Despite the place looking like I…

Showtime – fun and sore stomachs for all

In Melbourne now it’s Showtime. That period steeped in tradition around Australia, where we all trudge along to buy our Pluto Pups (me), or cream polly waffles (my dad), fairy floss (Adam), or sample all and sundry (Keira). I opted to stay home with Riley, just like last year, thinking it might be a chance…