Since you’ve been gone
Dear Mum Since you’ve been gone there are so many things I see and need to tell you. Today we climbed the lookout (‘Look out!’) at Ocean Shores. What a […]
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Mum
Twenty-eight days
Beware. This is a ‘journey’ post. Twenty-six days ago I was sitting in my psychologist’s office (not something I would have done, or admitted to a couple of years ago,
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In print
It was such an exciting moment seeing my name in print, even if it is alongside 103 other writers (including Sian Prior). As my mate Tania Chandler, who just launched
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Persistence pays off
Persistence pays off. And rejection is good. It makes our writing stronger.
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A suitable farewell
I am not sure I had realised how popular Mum was (and I am positive she didn’t either). The church at her funeral was packed and overflowing and there were
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Empty Space
There is so much to do, to catch up on, and so little motivation. I’ve had to resort to my daily to-do lists in my diary to try to encourage
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Peacefully sleeping
It’s hard to imagine that this woman, always so full of life, will not be here much longer. In such a short period of time Mum has gone from someone
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Cheated
It’s the odd little things that catch me: some middle-aged woman helping her old mum cross the road, a man sitting drinking coffee with his elderly mother, an elderly gentleman
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Don’t panic
I have really struggled with understanding what I need to write about this week. It seems much harder, which is probably a great reflection of the rollercoaster week it’s been.
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Playing statues
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.
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How do you define one day from the next when you are dying
It’s a way we humans greet each other: How are you? And sometimes we care about the answer we give or receive, other times it’s like an entrée to the
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The odd one out
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 re-energise by
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Bittersweet news
Mum. She’s dying. Ever since Judy our dog died when I was Ms Brand’s class in Grade 4, I have known that death is there, and that it is okay.
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Postcards from a mum
Some postcards I drew and wrote for an exhibition at the Queen Victoria Women’s Centre in 2007
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My second book
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.”
