Towards the end of April we got a bowl of olives from the massive – and gorgeous – tree that borders our property and our neighbour’s. Those of you who follow me on Instagram will have already seen how they were prepared. This was the week when they were supposed to ready to eat. As the…
I’m quite embarrassed to admit this, but I still haven’t made a Will. I’ve mentioned this point a few times over the years and you’d think this might’ve been enough to spur me into action. Alas, no. It appears I’m not alone in this situation: statistics show that 55 per cent of Australian parents with…
If the buzz over last week’s infamous ‘Red Wedding’ episode of Game of Thrones has anything to teach us, it’s how much people love a good surprise. But those of you were listening really carefully, if you could hear anything over the internet screams and memes of shock and YouTube films of people’s reactions, if…
[KAREN bounds into the room, full of energy.] Karen: So, hey, I have this idea for a post where we could write a couple of quiz questions, thus revealing how much (or little) we know about the other and will – hopefully – be reasonably amusing and entertaining to boot. [Hands over a pad and…
Tired. So very post-festival tired. More than last year, I think. I had grand plans of jumping back into writing/blogging (and I have a deadline, in fact), but instead I’ve been doing a fair bit of staring into the middle distance. Listening to upbeat music to push through the energy slump. I’ll be back to…
As I’m writing this, I’m coming off the first four days of the Emerging Writers’ Festival, pacing myself for the next seven (today included), and my brain is what might be kindly described as ‘numb’ or ‘depleted’. Still, I suppose, looking at things from another angle, it has increased the daily commute about ten-fold, thus…
Photo by the amazing Fe Lumsdaine This photo was taken two months ago – hard to believe time has passed so quickly since – at the Digital Parent Conference in Sydney. When I spied it among the gallery of others on Flickr, I confess I thought to myself “Uh-oh. Sprung”. You see, I’m not paying…
Dance Shadowy, secretive. I see the shapes you make and patterns of light on the floor. I hear you breathing; heavier now you’ve been dancing for some time. I’m in the other room and tiptoe out to see if I can sneak a look. But I make a noise and am discovered. You turn around and plant…
