This year is about to end and in some ways I feel like it has only just begun. So much has been packed into the year and time has slipped away. It’s really easy to only focus on the things that haven’t been completed and the things that went wrong, but I need to also remember all the things that went right.
Today Mum is still like statue. She’s here but she’s not. Her body isn’t reading any signals to move and her face shows peace.
I dress her in her pretty shirt that she picked out, help her into a chair, put her tiny tub of Bircher muesli and cup of tea next to her and we both sit. Still. Like statues.
Some postcards I drew and wrote for an exhibition at the Queen Victoria Women’s Centre in 2007
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Art, Creativity, Mothering, Writing
When I was in grade 4 I wrote my first book. It was Mr Giggle and was styled on the incredibly well known Mr Men series. I was proud of what I had produced, but my mum scoffed and said, “That’s not very imaginative.”
