This is the second post in a series about my mother’s journey to her death. It’s hard feeling like the odd one out. I am an introvert in an extroverted family. I crave silence, and while I love to see my friends, I need to re-energise by myself. Mum is an extrovert, not that she […]
Bittersweet news to learn that Mum is dying and it’s a relief for her physically, emotionally and spiritually
A gift voucher is a great way to get me in the bookstore with a carefree attitude.
I couldn’t find most of the books on my need-to-buy-for-uni list, but managed to gather some others to fill the void.
Luckily for our bank account my arms can only hold so much!
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ReadingDo you avoid certain genres when you are looking for a good read? I do. I am generally a wide, across-all-genre reader and in fact that is one of the things I have loved about being in a book club: reading books I would never consider picking up, and then thoroughly enjoying them. The one
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ReadingIt’s time to sharpen the pencils and the focus. Classes begin for me tonight. This semester I’m tackling Advance Manuscript Editing and Developing a Writing Project. I have the pleasure of having Stephanie Holt, Editor extraordinaire, and Olga Lorenzo, author and, I have heard, brilliant teacher. I’ll have the pleasure also of attending Masterclasses with
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Musings from the heart, ReadingIt’s hard sometimes in the craziness of December to remember what Christmas is all about, and that after Christmas Eve (or maybe later for some), we can all slow down. Christmas is a beautiful and special day and it is one of the last days that we (mostly) make an effort to be with the
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.”
The boy pushed the food around his plate practising the unaskable question that rolled around in his head. It had churned around for days, no, weeks now and it felt like it was eating his insides out. His mother and brother ignored his moodiness and talked of this and that – even laughed out loud.
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Writing